They came at dusk to the roof of our neighbor's shop, out at the rear of his yard, on the alley. They came masked and ready for action.
First there was a single older racoon.
Then there were four.
They were brazen, stealthy, and hungry. They made a feast of the plums in our neighbor's tree.
There were 6, actually. Old and very young, both. They moved freely from the tree branches to the roof to the steps.
Apparently, they live under his porch and have some sort of agreement with the cats. Plenty of food for all, so no one bothers anyone else.
Well, they all bother Henry. But that's to be expected.
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