Tonight was the first round of the annual battle with the raccoon. It comes up to eat the outside cats’ food. I yell and chase it away. It pokes it’s head up from under the deck. I yell at it that I’m not feeding it, and it should go away, gay aveck! So this means we need to change how we feed the outside cats just to keep away the freaking raccoon. It could be worse. At least I don’t have to worry about skunk or bear.
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