Daily drawing: True Love

For the second time this week, I was awakened in the wee hours of this morning by what sounded like intense catfights. Each episode sounded worse than the time before, and both nights I stumbled to the window and found this scene. My favourite raccoon pair, in the middle of the street, directly under the streetlight, staring in my window and putting on a little valentine’s day show. Tarts. I know it’s my pair because the male lost his tail a couple of years ago (Davy Crockett hat, I suspect), and now he looks just like a tiny bear when he lumbers through the yard.

Anyway, they keep serenading me, kind of like an R-rated version of John Cusack holding his ghetto blaster. They obviously want to be featured on my blog for today’s occasion, and I figure I’m wise to heed their request. Regular visitors may recall the prediction I made awhile back, and yesterday the cat came home sans collar, which held the magnetized key to the cat door. Seriously. They’ve got me now—I have no choice in the matter from here on in.

But I’ll tell you one thing: when you see raccoons mating, you know precisely where the term “hump” came from.

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