I'm always pleasantly surprised to find wildlife in the city. It's like having bits of home, you know here, well, at home. :) We have a raccoon that lives someplace in our backyard. If you watch at the correct times of day you can see her slide between our house and the house next door. She moves from the back to the front at dusk and from the street back to the yard at dawn. I've seen her many a time in the light well in our bathroom. I can't figure out how she manages to squeeze herself in such a tight space — it's pretty neat to see.
Today, we learned something special about Rocky. Rocky has a Rockette. I saw them this morning, and they are sleeping in the light well now. It's not my mother's house where there's a dozen raccoons that visit her porch each night, but I'm okay with that. We aren't feeding Rocky. And I kinda like that she feels safe enough in the light well to be there with her little Rockette (who is the CUTEST fuzzball ever).
I know a lot of people have issues with raccoons. But so far, Rocky has been a good neighbor. Our trash is never disturbed. The cats are never bothered. And she doesn't try to get into the house. And, while she is out in daylight, she is sleeping. She only woke up because she was being a good mama and heard me in the bathroom. If she were wandering around then I'd be worried.
Yay! Coons!
