We have a cat next door. He’s a fat one, too.
One night I was sitting outside smoking a cigarette and saw this mass of fur moving down the driveway. We’d seen a raccoon lurking in a tree not too long before, so I got a lil nervous and had to turn the light on. It was just the cat out prowling.
I ended up being awake at 4:30 or so this morning, so I went out to smoke a cigarette and something similar happened.
I saw the mass of fur stop a few feet away from me and I said ’hey fat cat.’ I usually do that when I see him. He moved a bit closer to get to the oyster cooler and started licking at the drain. I didn’t think much about it, took a couple of puffs of my cigarette. Next thing I know, this mass of fur is sitting up to look at me over the edge of the cooler and this mass of fur had a mask on it’s face.
Oh, you’re not the cat are you? A freaking raccoon!
He looked at me a second longer, dropped back down and started rooting through the leaves. I figured he might run off, but he didn’t.
Having a wild animal less than 3 feet away from me might warrant a bit of concern but I was more curious than anything. I reached just inside the door and he flinched a bit when he heard the blinds clank on the door but he still didn’t run. I flipped on the light, he sat back on his haunches and looked at me again. They’re actually kinda cute.
He went back to rooting through the leaves, seeming not to pay me much mind.
Paranoia got the better of me, so I put my cigarette on the ledge and went inside for a few seconds. I stepped back out and he decided it was time to move on so I flipped the light off and finished my cigarette, keeping a good eye on the direction he came from.
That was fun.