Pets

on the front porch, on the wide ledge. There was a large tree by the corner of the porch, where various wildlife would hang out. When my guy was done eating, he would stroll to the corner, as one of the raccoons would come down for the leftovers. They would pass each other, fur brushing. My guy would jump off the porch, and the raccoon, ignoring me, would finish the food. I would not say that the raccoons were spoiled, but they were completely unimpressed by my presence, to the ooint that the teen raccoons basically gave me the finger once when I told them to get out of the garage.