This made me laugh. I have a black cat and I can relate.

But there's fear underneath the laughter - fear of the darkness, fear of uncertainty, fear of the unexpected and of things that go bump in the night.

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....

Who's That Knocking on My Door? Part II

A couple weeks ago, something other than my cats tried to get through the cat door - but backed off when it heard my voice. Scared the crap out of me.

I kinda forgot about it, but then we noticed the giant dog food bag kept winding up on the floor of the pantry/laundry room/mudroom. A corner of the bag had been chewed open. There was also a lot more mud than usual tracked around in the mudroom as well.

Cue all those 'funniest home videos' showing critters coming stealthily through a cat door at night.

We knew we had a home invader, but weren't sure what.

We started closing the pantry door at night to keep the dog and cats out of the pantry and whatever was invading in. Mr. D baited a live trap we have (you acquire those kinds of things living in the woods), put it in the pantry and waited. Three nights passed unsuccessfully. (Unsuccessful for us - but we could tell our home invader was still invading.)

So, last night, we tried a new tack. We plugged the cat door and put the trap (with a tantalizing heap of canned cat food) on the porch just outside the pantry door, next to the cat door.


This morning - success! Rocky Raccoon is inside the trap and will soon be transported to some woods far away from ours. I kinda feel sorry for the little guy, but not sorry enough to keep letting him inside to feast on whatever he can find.

I hope he doesn't have any friends. Do raccoons travel in packs?

And I'm rethinking the cat door......

Who's That Knocking on My Door?

So this morning about 5:30 I'm grabbing a cup of coffee in the kitchen when the little cat comes scurrying through the cat door in the laundry room, whips around, fur slightly raised, and gives one of those intense cat stares at the opening he's just come through.

I figure it's the old cat. I hear the cat door open, then swing shut, then nothing.

I go to the laundry room door, switch on the outside light, open it to the cold - nothing.

Just to be sure, I look in my office and there's the old black cat sound asleep in the basket next to my computer.


What the hell was trying to get into my house????


I live in the woods. A childhood in various suburbs, most of my adulthood in Midtown, and now a house Mr. D and I built ourselves in the middle of a small forest at the edge of KCMO. I am a city girl, and I've enjoyed the sightings of deer, fox, wild turkeys, raccoons, etc. that we've seen over the years.

They are not, however, allowed inside the house. And now I'm thinking of all those "funniest" home videos showing raccoons coming through a cat door in the middle of the night to feast on cat and dog food.

Shit.