Last night, or should I say in the early hrs of this morning after I was done blogging and reading part of a Russian play for class I walked out of my studio/ room and into the kitchen. My little kitty Debussy hopped after me. I have to go through the kitchen to get to the bathroom so that I could brush my teeth. Debussy has a water fetish. He likes to wash his paws in his water dish and in the toilet bawl. When it start to rain he loves to run outside, ghilopging about. So when I walked into the kitchen and noticed that the water bowl was really dirty, I thought it was Debussy's fault. I picked it up, and filled another bowl with clean water. Wiped up the water that was on the floor and was about to walk over to the bathroom when...
I saw the cutest Raccoon looking back at me from the dark living room. I back up, didn't want Debussy to grow balls all of the sudden and think he could take the raccoon. I ushered him into me room walked back into the kitchen and the Raccoon was now attending Billy's food and water dish. He was so so cute. I wasn't sure if he had rabies or what to do exactly. I have city smarts not back woods smarts. He wasn't scared of me, he just looked and kept on eating. So I called my Room-mate on the phone, woke her up so that she could see the raccoon and maybe hum tell me how to get him out of the house. Not that I mind him moving in but I was a little worried about the cats.
She came downstairs, looking wide awake, a pair of jeans on a a broom. he raccoon didn't really like the looks of the broom so he left without a fuss. I went outside after him and gave him some more cat food. Aw he was just so cute wish I had batters in my camera.
cheers,
Ronnie
