At about one o'clock the other night Jon and I both woke up to a rustling noise coming from the kitchen. We layed there in the dark waiting for Sophie to come through our door calling for one of us. When the noise turned to scuffling and banging, Jon got out of bed, went into the kitchen and turned on the light. There in our little pantry was a pile (yes, a pile!) of no less than SIX raccoons all trying to feed from the tiny cat food bowl! Three of the coons ran back out through the cat door, but two of them (maybe the ones on top of the pile who hadn't reached the bowl yet) weren't leaving anytime soon. Jon's attempts at scaring them out only drew blank stares. Jon had to scoot them out with a broom in the end. They seemed totally baffled at why they had to leave. If I wasn't so stunned I would have taken a photo. I was secretly hoping they'd come back to pose for me, but I guess it's a good thing they haven't returned. Between them and the skunks sharing our property, I'd say were 'this close' to opening up a petting zoo.
