blog 25

My cat was sitting outside and some stray dog just tried to eat it. Not ok. I chased it away and am currently cuddling my traumatized kitty. Last night (actually 3am this morning) I woke up to my giant black Labrador, Buddy, snarling and barking. Assuming someone was trying to break in, I leapt out of bed and sprinted down the stairs. To my surprise, Buddy was holding a squealing and angry raccoon in his jaws and growling. I told him to drop it and it scurried out the cat door. Weird story, huh? You see, my cat door is in the garage door, and the lock on it is broken. Ordinarily my mother leaves the outside garage door cracked so that the cat can go in and out when she pleases. However on that particular night she forgot to shut the outside door, so some hungry little raccoon decided to pay us a visit and Buddy didn’t quite agree with its dinner reservations in our trashcan. After that I checked Bud for scratches or bites, and didn’t find anything. I don’t think that raccoon will be coming back any time soon. So I went back to sleep after that and the next morning everyone else in the house was oblivious as to what had happened or that there was even noise (thank God it wasn’t really a robber). Now I’m watching Worlds Dumbest Criminals on True TV. My IQ feels like it’s getting slightly lower by the second, but oh well, it’s the weekend.