Yesterday, Romie was looking out the back door and exclaimed, "We've got a 'coon up in the big oak tree!" Now with the peacock a few years back and the pig just a few weeks ago, nothing surprises me here anymore.
Raccoons are plentiful, and we don't really like to see them, since our vet says they are one of the largest carriers of rabies in our area. They're also mostly nocturnal, so seeing one in the middle of the day this close to the house, in a tree that is a favorite climbing haunt of our cats is alarming.
I grabbed my camera (as usual) and went to the window to see. There it was, ringed tail hanging down. I needed to get a closer look and wanted to scare it away and out of our yard.
When I went outside, I noticed the neighbor had their dog Lucy on a leash, conducting a training session with her and the new invisible fence they'd installed. That kind of explained the raccoon up the tree.
But when I went around to the other side of the tree to get a look at the front side, it wasn't a 'coon at all. It was dear, sweet Lily. Lily isn't a fan of Lucy's, and will go up a tree anytime she gets close.
It was a simple case of mistaken identity, and a reminder that sometimes things are not as they seem.