Hubby walked son to schoolbus the other day and on the way home spotted a little raccoon climing the stone pillar of our front porch.
Bandit (as he was so named) took up residence on a little ledge, high above our front door, and settled in for the day (technically, his night).
We came and went throughout the day but other than looking down at us, giving the occassional scratch or licky-bath to his gorgeous fur coat, Bandid didn't budge until the sun went back down.
We were all fascinated, especially my cats, who chattered to Bandit through the window for a good portion of the morning.
It took everything in my power not to offer it up a meal! I'm a hostess at heart, but I know it would be very bad form to encourage further visits.
And my neighbors would have shot me ;)