Soooo, I get home around five o’clock and all of the chippies are chattering in the back yard. That usually means there is a cat in the yard somewhere. So I scan the yard and the woods looking for Sylvester (The neighbor’s cat!) He is usually the culprit. To my surprise perched half on the trellis and bird feeders is Rascal. (A young raccoon.) The conversation went sorta’ like this…
“Rascal! What are ya doing? I asked.
“What does it look like Ole Man? I am eating sunflower seeds, he said with his mouth full.
“I usually don’t feed you until about seven o’clock,” I said with concern.
“Well by the time my four siblings, Mom and Dad, two foxes (Freddy and Fern), that big skunk (Princess), and Big Tom the fisher cat have their turn there isn’t much left for me. Thank God, I don’t have to compete with that damn Bear (Bozo), anymore, he said still chewing.
“Well how about I get you some dog food?" I said with a smile. “Would you like it baked, broiled or fried?
“Just in a bowl would be fine,” said Rascal.
So I go to the garbage can where I keep their dog food and while opening it up, it makes its usual clanging sound. Rascal peeks up over the bird feeder. His ears are trained to the sound, he knows exactly what it is. I walk up next to him and set his bowl on the ground. He then climbs down the trellis head first and waddles over to his bowl.
In the meantime my wife comes home. As she walks up the sidewalk, she talks sweetly to Rascal. He turns as if to say, "Hi Grandma."
After about twenty minutes his tummy is full. He looks back at me and says, “bye Ole Man. I’m gonna’ go take a nap!"