Raton laveur
As I’m about to climb onto my bed, I hear scratching at the window. I let both my cats out this evening. Time for them to come in overnight. They don’t have claws, but that doesn’t seem to register. Sam meows, while Matilda just waits for me to notice her, but that doesn’t register either. They’re cats. They scratch at windows when they want to come in.
I go up to open the window and let them in. Instead I am face to face with a raccoon. Hello, raccoon. Next time, don’t run away before I can get my camera out, please. You’re very cute, and not the usual raccoon.
I am so glad I noticed it wasn’t a cat before I opened the window, though.