Guess who was in our garden again this week. Yup, good old Rocchina, she of the mammoth torso. She was found by the Better Half luxuriating in the birdbath to the horror of the cat. Said cat had wandered into the shrubbery for a short slurp when she left in a hurry. Upon investigation there we found Rocchina. I shouted and clapped my hands. Rocchina hauled herself to her feet and shambled over to Betty Next Door,where she rested from her labours on the front porch. Then she headed south and sat in front of the church steps a wee while .That didn't seem right so over Victoria St. she wobbled as motorists swerved and beeped.When last seen she was parked in front of the Old Library having a lick of her unmentionables.
It took the cat some time to resume normal size. I had to wash out the bird bath. I have been leaving a big dish of water for the raccoons which they do use as it is filthy every morning.Perhaps it's the greenery Rocchina prefers while she is near water. She is such a honker she has got me nervous while I am outside. Raccoons at high noon are not normal.
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I've seen raccoons during the day down here too, I think it's because they're so fat and sassy. They don't seem sick or confused anyway. :S
Maybe Roccina was in the fountain because she is a true Waschbar.
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