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The Daily Dog: Family Dinner Out November 15, 2006

Woofs to you,

Wow! Last night we had some visitors on our front porch.

Long after Mr. Grey and Miss Kitty had eaten their dinner and curled up for a window visit with me before going off to their own beds for a good night’s sleep; when all was quiet and dark, except for the porch light, I heard small noises. There was scuffling and a bit of rattling and moving around of the kibble bowls.

When I got up to look to see what the commotion was, there in front of my sleepy eyes were three raccoons pushing the cat’s dishes around; picking up every last bit of food they could find leftover from the cat’s dinners.

My peepers popped open fast! It was like looking right straight at the Three Bears story, only it was The Racoon Family… Papa, Mama and Baby Raccoon!

Papa Raccoon was humoungous! He was as big and round as the wheel of a car! He was so prosperously padded, he waddled, galump-galump, with his very, furry self moving like a giant,  jiggly bowl of jello.

Mama Raccoon was quite large and abundant herself and her hair was rich, silvery fluffy.  She was almost as large as Papa.  I’d say about the size of three well fed cats put together.

She swooshed-swooshed around while Baby kept close to her.

Baby Raccoon was no slouch in the weight department himself; more like a puffy pillow on legs.

Together they looked like a massive, moving carpet in three parts.

They stayed close together and cleaned up all the crumbs the cats had left behind.  Nibbly nibbly, yum yum yum.  They liked the menu at our buffet.

While I was watching them and trying to get a closer look, my nose hit the glass of the window.  Startled, they looked up and saw me. We all just stood, peering at one another through the picture pane; not a one of us blinking.

Their grey and white furry faces had black, whiskery masks around their keen eyes above small, black twitchy noses.  No wonder people say they look like bandits.

They had little fingery paws, like delicate, tiny hands, which they used to pick up the teensiest weensiest specks of leftovers.

They sat up, looking straight at me and wiggled their noses.  I wiggled mine right back.  They sniffed the air and so did I.

Baby kept right on nibbling.

Papa and Mama returned to their meal too.

Then, when there was not even a whisper of food left anywhere, they cleaned their faces; using their little hands like napkins, glanced a thank you back to me and waddled off into the night.

Miss Kitty came around the corner of the house the minute they were gone.  She wasn’t taking any chances meeting up with that family of fur giants!  No, there would be no fights over food or territory this evening.  She ran away to stay safe until any possibility of a scuffle disappeared.

Only after the surprised diners were done, did she come back to the porch.  She checked out the smells left by The Raccoon Family, looked around the corners to make sure the coast was clear and settled, curled up snugly, into her place by my window.

Now, I tell you, I’ve seen raccoons in my day and these were the biggest ever!

It was like someone puffed them up with air like balloons for a birthday party.  I couldn’t believe my doggy eyes!  The were enormendous!

And very handsome too; all silvery, thick, long hairs.  They were dressed up in their finest for a family dinner out on the town and our house was the restaurant choice of the evening.

They made all the other raccoons who have come to visit over the years look like regular-sized kitty cats.

The only thing missing from their meal was the finger bowls for washing their little hands.

That’s what all the other raccoon families used the cat’s water dishes for and my humom had just taken them in for a cleaning.

The excitement of these surprise late-night dinner guests will never be forgotten.

For one Autumn evening, we were a three star dining establishment.

And Tom is not alone in the taste bud department as food critic. The Raccoon Family obviously agrees….. Leftovers really are the best!

Woofs from,

Bailley

 

2 Responses to “The Daily Dog: Family Dinner Out”

  1. Monica Says:

    Hey Bailley,
    sounds like those raccoons eat all the neighborhood leftovers! And when they are done, they flip in their paws and noses and, instead of wabbling, they roll (like Stitch in the Disney movie). Thanks for being so alert and reporting about the fun food critics! Woofsies and Fussies to you. M

  2. Florence Says:

    Woof Monica,
    I love to watch their little dainty hands pick up the teensiest morsel of food and then they wash their hands in the cat’s water dish. soooo funny.
    Woofs from
    Bailley


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