Well I haven't posted anything about my fluffy Razooli cat for a very long time. At 16 years old he's slowed down quite a bit, although you wouldn't know it to look at him. He's still as shiny and puffy as ever!
The other night I fell asleep on the couch. I've been keeping my door to the yard slightly open during the day to allow a nice breeze inside. It was about 11:30 and I groggily headed to lock it up when I encountered Raz making his way inside. Sure enough, right out on the front stoop was two or three big racoons! It's that time of year after all. I grabbed my shoes, banged them together loudly and chased one of the intruders out over the back fence. I was becoming more awake than I wanted to be, heading back into the house when I heard some rustling in a bush .. . sure enough there was another racoon! I banged my shoe against the post supporting the back deck to flush it out, then sent it down the back of the garden as well.
Locked up the house, Raz wasn't too ruffled. He used to try to take on the racoons (it's HIS yard, after all!) in his younger days, but now he just comes inside. I'm glad for that, I already had to get his back paw sewed up once after a nasty early-morning racoon encounter.
Off to bed. In the wee hours I had to get up to go to the bathroom, Raz was "talking" to me. In a particular meowing that he only does when something is up; usually if he doesn't feel well. I thought he might be needing to cough up a hairball, so went to check on him. He didn't seem to be off in any way, but wouldn't shut up. I glanced around in the dark, saw a lump on the carpet, thought it might be some upchuck. Turned on the light, there was a rat! Still warm. Ick.
Back outside I had to go, to drop it into the garbage. Raz was QUITE pleased with himself! Pretty good for an old guy.
HIs favourite spot, up the back steps.
The Mister, glowing in the evening sunshine.
-Keta
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