Some big fucking rats paid us a visit last night. They're known as raccoons but, just like the squirrel, get 'em wet and they are nothing more than just really fat fucking rats. You are probably wondering why the cat food is outside...
We've been living in this house now for 7 weeks. We kept our cat, Cassinova (orange tabby), in the house for two weeks. He acclimated and we then let him loose. See, Cassi is an indoor/outdoor cat and was the best mouser ever. He was also very lovable and a wonderful companion for our little family.
Cassinova disappeared last Monday. At first we thought he was just on an adventure and would return but he never did. He could have been stolen. I took the opportunity to introduce myself to some more of my new neighbors and then inquired. They all said that they had seen him but before he disappeared. We're used to raccoons and so was he, but we fear that he just wasn't quite ready for this neighborhood. Raccoons are notorious pet killers. We know because we've gone through this before and so have most of my friends. Cute little fuckers but don't be fooled, they're killers, and I'm pretty sure this is the guilty party.
I left the cat food outside just in case Cassi would return and would find food. Now I know he's gone. The kids got a kick out of the raccoons because this is the closest they have ever been to them. Hell, just a piece of glass separating us from these little fuckity fucks. I explained to them that raccoons are wild animals, and I will not be leaving food outside ever again. They have now temporarily associated our property as a food source. They'll return this evening, and I'll probably video them. But no food. Soon enough, they won't return like this, except for their usual perimeter scouting.
R.I.P. Cassinova. I'm sorry buddy. This was my fault.