dammit.
You’d figure that a learning curve as shallow as this one would have been eliminated by natural selection.
Then again … I’m still alive.
Or maybe Darwin was wrong, and the Creationists are right — and God deliberately made stupid animals to test us.
Sigh …
… because I had to rescue the young masked rascal again.
Again I made a milk-crate ladder, and again I had to coax the hapless breakfast-seeker to escape the dumpster in which he got trapped. But this time, after exiting, he hung around a bit … and gave me that same interspecies-detente look that MamaCat once gave me before she became a permanent companion, along with her TinyCat cadre. It’s that relaxed look an animal gives you that seems to say, “Okay, we’re friends now.”
I need to somehow decline this budding friendship tactfully. Because my building superintendent will tolerate my occasional Cat Advocacy. But I know he’d be less tolerant of Raccoon Rapport.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 