Wild animals at large

I had possums and Mom coon and babies up last nite eating at the feral food
bowl...smelled Mr. Peppy La Phew...but thankfully he didn't join in the
feast!:-) Liz

"Mark Edwards" wrote in message
...

Well, I've gotten used to the cats trying to mess with my mind. It's
the wild animals who are messing with me now.

A couple of nights ago, I started to unlatch the door so I could go
out and call for Buster. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something
grey and furry move, outside the window.

This was not Buster.

I stand and look out the window, leaving the deadbolt alone. A big,
fluffy raccoon is at the food dish, and has started to back off when I
turned the deadbolt.

As I watch, he watches me. When he sees that I am standing still, he
leans forward, grabs the bowl of cat food, and pulls it towards him.
Then he stops and thinks a minute. He walks out a ways, faces the
window, stands on his hind legs, and looks in at me.

As soon as he is certain that there really is a big human inside,
waiting to come outside, he drops down to all fours, and waddles away.

Last night, I went outside to call Buster in yet again. A nearly empty
bowl of crunchies is by my feet.

Suddenly, something furry comes running up the steps, stops at the
bowl, and looks up hopefully, in my direction.

It isn't Buster. It's his buddy the possum. And he's waiting for me to
refill the bowl. If he's waiting for me to reach down and pet him...
well, I've seen those teeth.

So I get more food, while the possum waits patiently. Carefully, I
reach down and refill the bowl.

Brer possum waits until I'm finished and digs in to the food. I swear
he nodded acknowledgment at me.

Buster must have a training program in progress...


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark

I had possums and Mom coon and babies up last nite eating at the feral food
bowl...smelled Mr. Peppy La Phew...but thankfully he didn't join in the
feast!:-) Liz

"Mark Edwards" wrote in message
...

Well, I've gotten used to the cats trying to mess with my mind. It's
the wild animals who are messing with me now.

A couple of nights ago, I started to unlatch the door so I could go
out and call for Buster. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something
grey and furry move, outside the window.

This was not Buster.

I stand and look out the window, leaving the deadbolt alone. A big,
fluffy raccoon is at the food dish, and has started to back off when I
turned the deadbolt.

As I watch, he watches me. When he sees that I am standing still, he
leans forward, grabs the bowl of cat food, and pulls it towards him.
Then he stops and thinks a minute. He walks out a ways, faces the
window, stands on his hind legs, and looks in at me.

As soon as he is certain that there really is a big human inside,
waiting to come outside, he drops down to all fours, and waddles away.

Last night, I went outside to call Buster in yet again. A nearly empty
bowl of crunchies is by my feet.

Suddenly, something furry comes running up the steps, stops at the
bowl, and looks up hopefully, in my direction.

It isn't Buster. It's his buddy the possum. And he's waiting for me to
refill the bowl. If he's waiting for me to reach down and pet him...
well, I've seen those teeth.

So I get more food, while the possum waits patiently. Carefully, I
reach down and refill the bowl.

Brer possum waits until I'm finished and digs in to the food. I swear
he nodded acknowledgment at me.

Buster must have a training program in progress...


Hugs and Purrs,
Mark

You are a kind dude, Mark. I know it's not a good idea to feed wild
critters, but I can't stand to see anything hungry either.....want to offer
a reassuring word here 'bout the possum; for years medical docs have been
telling me (I used to worry about this as a family of possums live behind
our house) that due to the chemical makeup of this animal chances of either
it having or anyone or anything contracting rabies from it are extremely
small, but not impossible. I did not understand their explanation for why
this is.
It's the raccoon you oughta be wary of.....above does not go for raccoons.
Frequently in our area rabid ones are found, after biting dogs.


":-) Liz" wrote in message
m...
: I had possums and Mom coon and babies up last nite eating at the feral
food
: bowl...smelled Mr. Peppy La Phew...but thankfully he didn't join in the
: feast!:-) Liz
:
: "Mark Edwards" wrote in message
: ...
:
: Well, I've gotten used to the cats trying to mess with my mind. It's
: the wild animals who are messing with me now.
:
: A couple of nights ago, I started to unlatch the door so I could go
: out and call for Buster. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something
: grey and furry move, outside the window.
:
: This was not Buster.
:
: I stand and look out the window, leaving the deadbolt alone. A big,
: fluffy raccoon is at the food dish, and has started to back off when I
: turned the deadbolt.
:
: As I watch, he watches me. When he sees that I am standing still, he
: leans forward, grabs the bowl of cat food, and pulls it towards him.
: Then he stops and thinks a minute. He walks out a ways, faces the
: window, stands on his hind legs, and looks in at me.
:
: As soon as he is certain that there really is a big human inside,
: waiting to come outside, he drops down to all fours, and waddles away.
:
: Last night, I went outside to call Buster in yet again. A nearly empty
: bowl of crunchies is by my feet.
:
: Suddenly, something furry comes running up the steps, stops at the
: bowl, and looks up hopefully, in my direction.
:
: It isn't Buster. It's his buddy the possum. And he's waiting for me to
: refill the bowl. If he's waiting for me to reach down and pet him...
: well, I've seen those teeth.
:
: So I get more food, while the possum waits patiently. Carefully, I
: reach down and refill the bowl.
:
: Brer possum waits until I'm finished and digs in to the food. I swear
: he nodded acknowledgment at me.
:
: Buster must have a training program in progress...
:
:
: Hugs and Purrs,
: Mark
:
:

You are a kind dude, Mark. I know it's not a good idea to feed wild
critters, but I can't stand to see anything hungry either.....want to offer
a reassuring word here 'bout the possum; for years medical docs have been
telling me (I used to worry about this as a family of possums live behind
our house) that due to the chemical makeup of this animal chances of either
it having or anyone or anything contracting rabies from it are extremely
small, but not impossible. I did not understand their explanation for why
this is.
It's the raccoon you oughta be wary of.....above does not go for raccoons.
Frequently in our area rabid ones are found, after biting dogs.


":-) Liz" wrote in message
m...
: I had possums and Mom coon and babies up last nite eating at the feral
food
: bowl...smelled Mr. Peppy La Phew...but thankfully he didn't join in the
: feast!:-) Liz
:
: "Mark Edwards" wrote in message
: ...
:
: Well, I've gotten used to the cats trying to mess with my mind. It's
: the wild animals who are messing with me now.
:
: A couple of nights ago, I started to unlatch the door so I could go
: out and call for Buster. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something
: grey and furry move, outside the window.
:
: This was not Buster.
:
: I stand and look out the window, leaving the deadbolt alone. A big,
: fluffy raccoon is at the food dish, and has started to back off when I
: turned the deadbolt.
:
: As I watch, he watches me. When he sees that I am standing still, he
: leans forward, grabs the bowl of cat food, and pulls it towards him.
: Then he stops and thinks a minute. He walks out a ways, faces the
: window, stands on his hind legs, and looks in at me.
:
: As soon as he is certain that there really is a big human inside,
: waiting to come outside, he drops down to all fours, and waddles away.
:
: Last night, I went outside to call Buster in yet again. A nearly empty
: bowl of crunchies is by my feet.
:
: Suddenly, something furry comes running up the steps, stops at the
: bowl, and looks up hopefully, in my direction.
:
: It isn't Buster. It's his buddy the possum. And he's waiting for me to
: refill the bowl. If he's waiting for me to reach down and pet him...
: well, I've seen those teeth.
:
: So I get more food, while the possum waits patiently. Carefully, I
: reach down and refill the bowl.
:
: Brer possum waits until I'm finished and digs in to the food. I swear
: he nodded acknowledgment at me.
:
: Buster must have a training program in progress...
:
:
: Hugs and Purrs,
: Mark
:
:

On Wed, 12 May 2004 21:44:10 -0600, Mark Edwards
yodeled:


Well, I've gotten used to the cats trying to mess with my mind. It's
the wild animals who are messing with me now.

A couple of nights ago, I started to unlatch the door so I could go
out and call for Buster. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something
grey and furry move, outside the window.

This was not Buster.

I stand and look out the window, leaving the deadbolt alone. A big,
fluffy raccoon is at the food dish, and has started to back off when I
turned the deadbolt.

As I watch, he watches me. When he sees that I am standing still, he
leans forward, grabs the bowl of cat food, and pulls it towards him.
Then he stops and thinks a minute. He walks out a ways, faces the
window, stands on his hind legs, and looks in at me.

As soon as he is certain that there really is a big human inside,
waiting to come outside, he drops down to all fours, and waddles away.

Last night, I went outside to call Buster in yet again. A nearly empty
bowl of crunchies is by my feet.

Suddenly, something furry comes running up the steps, stops at the
bowl, and looks up hopefully, in my direction.

It isn't Buster. It's his buddy the possum. And he's waiting for me to
refill the bowl. If he's waiting for me to reach down and pet him...
well, I've seen those teeth.

So I get more food, while the possum waits patiently. Carefully, I
reach down and refill the bowl.

Brer possum waits until I'm finished and digs in to the food. I swear
he nodded acknowledgment at me.

Buster must have a training program in progress...

Or his pals have you scoped out as a sucker.



Theresa
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

On Wed, 12 May 2004 21:44:10 -0600, Mark Edwards
yodeled:


Well, I've gotten used to the cats trying to mess with my mind. It's
the wild animals who are messing with me now.

A couple of nights ago, I started to unlatch the door so I could go
out and call for Buster. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something
grey and furry move, outside the window.

This was not Buster.

I stand and look out the window, leaving the deadbolt alone. A big,
fluffy raccoon is at the food dish, and has started to back off when I
turned the deadbolt.

As I watch, he watches me. When he sees that I am standing still, he
leans forward, grabs the bowl of cat food, and pulls it towards him.
Then he stops and thinks a minute. He walks out a ways, faces the
window, stands on his hind legs, and looks in at me.

As soon as he is certain that there really is a big human inside,
waiting to come outside, he drops down to all fours, and waddles away.

Last night, I went outside to call Buster in yet again. A nearly empty
bowl of crunchies is by my feet.

Suddenly, something furry comes running up the steps, stops at the
bowl, and looks up hopefully, in my direction.

It isn't Buster. It's his buddy the possum. And he's waiting for me to
refill the bowl. If he's waiting for me to reach down and pet him...
well, I've seen those teeth.

So I get more food, while the possum waits patiently. Carefully, I
reach down and refill the bowl.

Brer possum waits until I'm finished and digs in to the food. I swear
he nodded acknowledgment at me.

Buster must have a training program in progress...

Or his pals have you scoped out as a sucker.



Theresa
My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com
alt.tv.frasier FAQ: http://www.im-listening.net/FAQ/

On Thu, 13 May 2004 06:28:32 GMT, "Hopitus2" wrote:
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It's the raccoon you oughta be wary of.....above does not go for raccoons.
Frequently in our area rabid ones are found, after biting dogs.
And be wary of skunks, probably the biggest carrier of rabies around
here.
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

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On Thu, 13 May 2004 06:28:32 GMT, "Hopitus2" wrote:
sign
It's the raccoon you oughta be wary of.....above does not go for raccoons.
Frequently in our area rabid ones are found, after biting dogs.
And be wary of skunks, probably the biggest carrier of rabies around
here.
--
Steve Touchstone,
faithful servant of Sammy, Little Bit and Rocky

[remove Junk for email]
Home Page: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/index.html
Cat Pix: http://www.sirinet.net/~stouchst/animals.html

Hi, Mark
A few miles from you, on Greenville Ave. just south of Walnut Hill,
there is a Chinese restaurant called Szechwan Pavilion on the bank of a
heavily wooded creek. The side facing the creek has a large verandah
with some huge trees leaning over it, and that wall is almost solid
glass. In the evening during supper hour, the cooks put food out on the
verandah for the wild animals to come up and enjoy while the patrons
watch through the windows.
Check it out. Tell Sue (the greeter) Dave sent you.
Cheers,
Dave


--
Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from
a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out
of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with
expectant looks on their faces.

Hi, Mark
A few miles from you, on Greenville Ave. just south of Walnut Hill,
there is a Chinese restaurant called Szechwan Pavilion on the bank of a
heavily wooded creek. The side facing the creek has a large verandah
with some huge trees leaning over it, and that wall is almost solid
glass. In the evening during supper hour, the cooks put food out on the
verandah for the wild animals to come up and enjoy while the patrons
watch through the windows.
Check it out. Tell Sue (the greeter) Dave sent you.
Cheers,
Dave


--
Welshmen like to sing, but to me it sounds as if someone is jumping from
a high place into a bathtub full of frogs. And every time I stepped out
of the car to relieve myself, the sheep would back towards me with
expectant looks on their faces.