Harold has pretty much kicked back for the day. Yesterday was bath day, so if he wanted hydration today he could jump in his “hot tub.” He spent most of his day watching squirrels, birds, lawn care guys, (I love the free-standing condo!) and kittens. BUT he says>>>
We’ll see how that goes. (He’ll be down by dark.) Though occasionally he does stay up well past dusk. If the raccoons are busy he’ll stick around.
Do you like the red lights? They see well in the dark. I do not. But now with these I do, unlike most humans, so we are on equal footing and get along very well. These are some of our friends, though the bitch down the street went to the HOA and I can’t hand feed them anymore. Aren’t the babies cute? One of them is Sweety, and she used to sit between my feet while she ate her piece of whole wheat bread so the other raccoons wouldn’t take it, and she’d reach in the webbing of my sandles and play with my toes… She always wanted to climb my leg and sit in my lap. I’d tell her “No no Sweety! We mustn’t get too intimate!” We were both comfortable with that relationship. Unfortunately these aggressive ‘coons were evidently harassing “someone.” The last time I fed her a piece of bread I told her she couldn’t come in anymore, and closed the screen in her face. She climbed the screen to my eye level and looked straight into them wanting to know, “Why can’t I come in with you?”
“Because the lady down the street doesn’t like you, doesn’t understand you, or your kind. Sweety. I’m sorry.”
Okay then. Nasty Lady. 
Raccoons on the rampage! Want to see what happens if I jump out in the middle of this pack of aggressive beasts and yell “BOO!” and shoot them with the flash? This:
Ferocious beasts. And regarding ferocious beasts…
I am making tangible progress in taming the kittens, and even Stripey Cat!
Breakfast:
Dinner:
We’re getting there. Hopefully can soon get them corralled in Harold’s Room and into that carrier so I can get them to the Humane Society. Supposedly I need an appointment. Last time I called best I could do was a week out. ??? Eight feral cats loose in our sunroom for a week? Wish us luck, and pray Harold survives seven kittens!