The other day, my friend has posted on her facebook about the feral cats she is feeding. She lives in the country and she can’t stand to see anything hungry. Especially kittens and skin and bone anything. Last night she called me to tell me about a new wild animal that has been coming up to eat. A raccoon. Yeah, those mean things that could scratch and bite you and give you rabies. Any way, she was sitting out on the back slab of concrete that serves as a patio with the lights off. She when out there to smoke a cigarette. The raccoon came up to get some of the dry food. She said it came right up to her and she was wondering about if she could pet it while it was beside her eating the dry cat food she had been putting out. I went, Bawhahahha. ” Leave that thing alone and don’t touch it.” I told her that when things are not normal with animals, that’s a sign that there is something wrong with it. Wild animals don’t just come up to you and eat out of your, well..hand or bowl. Plus, he will bring his friends and family over and before you know it, you will be having a coon party in your back yard.
I then told her about my only encounter with O’Possiums, well other than running over them. I too was sitting on my back slab that parades as a patio. I had a gold fish pond in my backyard with lights and rocks and things around it. I was sitting out there in the dark, watching the pond lights and listening to the sound of the waterfall. I had the back door open and my two Siamese cats poke their head’s out there. Along my back fence, I could see two sets of pink eyes moving along the fence. My cats saw it too. I saw their bodies tense and staring at the eyes. They looked at each other like “WTF?”. Then they looked at me like “WTF?” Then back at the eyes. They puffed up into fur balls and took tearing into the house. I laughed like a hyena.