As winter approaches, living within blocks of town creek west of North Main means rats and field mice invasion, and the possum and skunk pass through the neighborhood. Yet the 'lost small dog' notes are now blanketing the telephone poles. Now I know an answer: plus size wedding dresses under 100
Up in the night at 3AM, I had just settled down on the throne.
When out on the porch there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bathroom to see what was the matter.
Away to the front door window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the curtains and turned on the porch light.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen leaves
and the porch light gave enough for my eyes
to the horror to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
were two marauding raccoons chasing my cats.
Without forethought I opened the door
and one raccoon turned to attack, yet -thankfully-
it saw my size and retreated to the yard's darkness.
I quickly felt my fear and slammed the door.
The other continued his attack on my large Tom called 'lap top' as they disappeared under the house,
The raccoon may have later emerged victorious
as I have not seen 'lap top' as well as the disappearance
of the two 6 month old mouser trainees since...
The stench of death under the rear portion of the house
tells me the location of my cat(s).
This event helps explain the half-eaten small dog
found in my neighbor's side yard...
and the newly posted 'Lost Dog' signs on the telephone poles.
I had once thought similar deaths were from a coyote.
Having seen the raccoons' slaughter, I have learned.
With the new Home Owners Association edict to get
rid of the permanent garbage boxes, I now place my
plastic bags in the open to entice raccoons as well.
...with apology to Clement Clarke Moore, "the night before Christmas"...