My Argument With Felix The Raccoon Continues
My argument with Felix, The Raccoon Who Wants To Live In Our House, continues.
Last night I went to pull the outdoor lights and Felix greeted me from the top of our trellis with a raccoon-like smile. I do not like being beneath raccoons who can leap onto my face. It makes me nervous.
I skedaddled back inside and lickety-split closed the sliding glass door. Felix dropped down from the trellis and peered into our family room, longing to come inside and warm up by the fire, sleep in a cat bed, and get free food. I
told him to go away and he looked back at me sadly, beseechingly. (I love that word, ‘beseechingly.’) No, Felix, you may not live with us.
This is a photo of another raccoon stand-in for Felix, as I never want to be close enough to Felix to take a real photo.
