Sub rosa footage taken through the kitchen door window late in the evening two nights ago.
We thought a possum might be responsible for what was becoming the nightly theft of cat food, and that was exciting enough to contemplate.
I’ll have to explain that living solidly in urban Los Angeles as we do, our own neighborhood running a huge deficit of parks, with the surrounding fauna mostly dogs, cats, and birds, this thrills us no end.
Obviously, we’re just not staying up late enough to absorb the entirety of wildlife that visits the garden.
Awed whispers described his girth and beautiful coat. Someone murmured in appreciation, “How dexterous he is!”
Dexter did manage to knock the container off the porch, open the lid, and eat the contents, which wasn’t much.
But still, we don’t want to turn Dexter into a dependent softie, so we’re bringing the cat food container in at night.
I’d prefer his appetite stay keen, omnivore that he is, for my garden snails.
Darn cute thief! We surprised a possum a couple of weeks ago walking home from dinner (at my much visited Kennedy School of course). It was the first one I’ve ever seen and it’s tail was what I saw first. Thus I thought I was seeing a very LARGE rat, my husband was able to properly identify the creature.
When the title of this post popped up I thought you were going to talk about one of my favorite recordings. Anyhow, we live in the city too and there are lots of these adaptive survivors. One of them killed my favorite koi a couple of years ago, since then the others have learned to hide when racoons are around. The dogs help. Have you heard them mating yet? Makes cats sound good.
As a kid a raccoon showed up on the deck of our lake house, complete with a little red collar around her neck. Over the years she brought more and more of her friends to explore our deck and look for handouts.
Just home from that lake house and my father reports that there are no more raccoons. Maybe they moved away when I did.
If only groundhogs were so cute.
They are cute dammit, but little vandals none the less. My neighbor across the street had a passel of them bedding down in the laundry basket in her garage for a spell, taking advantage of cat food and freshly laundered towels.THis was before she owned dogs..
Loree, for some reason I was thinking in Portland creatures would be crossing your path all the time.
Les, so now I know you’re a Radiohead fan too.
Saucy, you raccoon charmer you.
Kathy, cat food yes, but we stand firm. No freshly laundered towels!
how cute ! this animal doesn’t exist in France…
Delphine, your comment brought about my favorite opening line today: “Did you know there are no raccoons in France?” Merci!