This morning I fed 8 indoor cats, 5 outside cats, and 20 raccoons in age from babies to teens to grandparents. Last night was the same. Huge crowd. With temps in mid to upper 90s it's affecting the wildlife. No food, no water.
Even Danny was here this morning, unusual for him. I'm guessing he and his sidekick Davy are sticking closer than they have in the past.
I spied the brother of the blind baby raccoon Helen this morning. [See Helen's story on right sidebar.] A year ago June was when I grabbed her. Helen's brother, Huck, had a half blind left eye. Well the raccoon Ray and I have been watching walk on his back legs, carrying food to the pool to dunk, is Huck. This morning I shooed him for the umpteenth time off porch where cats were eating, and finally figured out he wanted water to eat with. So I tossed kibble into the pool. He sat in it happily eating the floating kibbles.
|YumYum: "He's eating my food. I don't want the food, but I don't want Huck to have it either."|
|The moms are probably sisters.|
|Danny is the oldest and the sweetest of the bunch.|
Now we have the babies. I've checked them and everyone's eyes are wide and glossy so I'm thankful to not have a blind raccoon to deal with this summer. I soak the kibble for the babies, but saw the other night one of them had a hard dog biscuit and was gnawing away with determination. He got the job done too, so their...um...milk teeth? are clearly able to do the job.
|This one cracks me up. Notice how far apart his ears are.|
Clearly they trust me not to do harm because I have no fear walking among them, like Snow White wandering among the Dwarfs. All I need are black Mary Jane shoes and a white apron.