He's baaa-aack

God dammit.

Rocky's back. Raccoons have a range of 18 miles (I find out only AFTER we'd released him 4 miles away). It's either Rocky...or one of his friends. But it's been a week and a half since we caught him - plenty 'o' time for him to walk the four miles and return to his territory. If that's what happened.

Couldn't sleep this morning, so finally got up about 3:45. Went down to the kitchen to make some coffee, the cats following closely because when I get up they know canned cat food (the good stuff!) is one of the first things on my agenda.

As the three of us rounded the corner into the kitchen, we heard it. The cat door slamming shut. We all tiptoed into the pantry and heard it again - something was trying to get in. The hair on all three of us was standing on end.

I yelled something profound like "get the fuck out of here" and ran to bang on the wall over the cat door. We heard him scuttling down the pantry stairs and he was gone into the darkness.

Shit.

And where was our ace guard dog through all this?

Upstairs asleep. A lotta help she is....