We had this visitor hiding in the scrub on the retaining early last night . . .
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I had to get between the baby raccoon and our cat, Skitter, before she jumped on the thing - I don't know if she wants to befriend it or beat the sheet out of it . . . she does not like anybody on her territory, so I wasn't going to chance the 'latter' scenario.
The little critter's about one third the size of Skitter . . . maybe even less. Far too young to be away from the mother raccoon. The poor thing was squeaking frantically for its mother (I guess, or maybe it was just frightened).
Of course I, like the big suck I am, worried about the thing all night. But I know enough to mind my own business when it comes to wildlife.
People have tried to raise raccoons here in the city before - they're ok for the first year, but then they return to their feral status and start eating the furniture - ha ha!