Thursday, May 03, 2007

Coondoggled

I am not sure what his plan is, whether he thinks I will confuse him with the cat or what, but twice in the last week when I have gone to let the cat in the back patio, prompted by his usual scratching, I have seen this face looking back at me:



And both times I think we scared the crap out of each other. It’s baffling though, I am not sure what he is looking for, because he seems to want in, unless he has made friends with Simba and is asking if he can come outside and play. I can just imagine them off frolicking, the raccoon bringing his friend home to meet the folks, the folks not liking him because they don’t like his kind. But then the father gets killed and they partner up to take down the bad guy, but not before joining the force and becoming hard nosed forest cop* sigh * like Incredible Journey meets Training Day. My cat is definitely the feline Ethan Hawke.

Wow that went in a weird direction…

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

your picture didn't work...

Pastor Jim used to feed the raccoons and their babies out back of your house there. It was a sermon illustration at some point...and no, I don't remember the point of the sermon.