Dinner Date BFFs

Last night I went to a friend's house to feed her cat.  I went into the screened porch and squatted down to open the can of food and dump it in the bowl.  The house cat ran right over to me, happily accepting some scratches.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

I stopped moving.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

I looked to my right and saw movement.

Rustle, rustle, rustle...

...and the cutest, furriest, stripy-tailed-est teenage raccoon came right at me.  And then he stopped.  He looked me up and down.  I looked right back. 

The cat gave the raccoon one sideways glance, looked at me with, "Oh, yeah, he's my friend" eyes, and started eating.  The raccoon and I did quick risk assessments.  I passed...he kept coming right toward me.  In my eyes, the furry little guy didn't pass...I decided leaving was my best choice.

My wimpiness aside, it's lovely to live in a world where cats and raccoons can be BFFs.

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