Saturday, June 9, 2007

A cat and the Racoons

It's about time I told the real story of how I became, "Dean (Daniel Boone) Robbins", the great racoon hunter. This is a 26 page story I have written in word. It takes place over a 4 month time period. February-May, 2007.
I am only going to post a couple of pages at a time. So when you check the blog there might be more to the story. Woohoo!!!!


A cat and the raccoons by Dean Robbins


This story began sometime in late February 2007. I was sitting on the couch by the front window eating my breakfast one morning. I sleep late so it was probably around 10 or 11 am.

As I looked out at the tree in the front yard that has the squirrel feeders on it, (See picture below)


I noticed a cat at the base of the tree eating what was left of some cat food I had put in the feeder the night before. (There is no cat in this picture, but this is the tree.)
The deal was, Racoons had been cleaning out the squirrel food every night from the squirrel feeders so I decided to give them a little cat food instead. Much cheaper and I thought they might leave the squirrel food alone. Wrong, but that is another story we will get to later.

This cat was a big feral male, and very very wary. I had not seen such a wary cat since growing up on the dairy farm. I thought, "Maybe I can tame him." After all I had just tamed two stray cats recently.
One female I named Cali. A very pretty calico. Another male I named Blackie. I had both neutered, absolutely wonderful cats. (See pictures below)
Blackie

Cali

So I started to put out cat food on the driveway for the new wary cat. But, pretty soon Rosalind noticed the cat hanging around more. She said, "You aren't trying to tame that cat are you?"
"Well, ya," I replied.
"No your not. I don't want another cat around here. We have four now," she said.
Sheepishly I said, "Ok I will try to get rid of him." Because, now the cat was hanging around big time, peeing on everything, plus he and Blackie were having a big time stand off. I had made a mistake trying to tame him and now I had to try and catch him.

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3 comments:

family member said...

Deena says..I want to know when Dad became a cat lover? It must be the wheatgrass!

Anonymous said...

Dad says..Could be the wheatgrass.
Wheat grass rocks. ha ha ha

Stephen Robbins said...

We're going to change the name of the blog from "The Robbins Family" to "Why Dad stays up all night to catch racoons."


:-)