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I'll tumblr for ya.
Oct. 13th, 2008 10:02 amSo I'm doing this tumblr thing....mainly because I liked the format and thought it would be a good place to put random music and pictures in a sort of online scrapbook--it's pretty handy for uploading stuff like that. We'll see if it really takes, though. But all my write-y and rambling nonsense will continue to be posted here. Like the following:
Last night I was in the bedroom channel-surfing. I had the back door leading out to the deck/backyard open, since it was a nice night, when suddenly the cat went into stealth mode and darted across the floor with a speed and determination that he has not demonstrated since the Clinton administration. (He's old.) Growling and hissing, he raised himself on hind legs--again, something not witnessed in eons--and plastered himself to the screen door.
Initially I had thought that one of the neighborhood strays had taken up residence on the fire escape near the deck (earlier that weekend we had seen a stray cat in the yard)--from my vantage point I saw a furry, bulky creature lounging there, settling into taunt mode as Bo the cat continued growling at it. I called for the missus to witness this miracle--look, the old fat bastard is agitated, and not over wet food, either!. She came out to the bedroom door, took one close look at the critter on the fire escape, squeaked in panic, pried the cat away from the door and shut it quickly.
"Don't you know what that was?" she cried.
That's when I realized: It was a raccoon. In Brooklyn.
I had read several reports of raccoon sightings (and breakings & enterings too--they will do anything to get at food) in the borough but had, of course, that stereotypical NIMBY (not in my backyard!) reaction of the urban white dweller to the various annoying/vaguely threatening aspects of city life. But yes, here in my backyard, a raccoon grows in Brooklyn.
Last night I was in the bedroom channel-surfing. I had the back door leading out to the deck/backyard open, since it was a nice night, when suddenly the cat went into stealth mode and darted across the floor with a speed and determination that he has not demonstrated since the Clinton administration. (He's old.) Growling and hissing, he raised himself on hind legs--again, something not witnessed in eons--and plastered himself to the screen door.
Initially I had thought that one of the neighborhood strays had taken up residence on the fire escape near the deck (earlier that weekend we had seen a stray cat in the yard)--from my vantage point I saw a furry, bulky creature lounging there, settling into taunt mode as Bo the cat continued growling at it. I called for the missus to witness this miracle--look, the old fat bastard is agitated, and not over wet food, either!. She came out to the bedroom door, took one close look at the critter on the fire escape, squeaked in panic, pried the cat away from the door and shut it quickly.
"Don't you know what that was?" she cried.
That's when I realized: It was a raccoon. In Brooklyn.
I had read several reports of raccoon sightings (and breakings & enterings too--they will do anything to get at food) in the borough but had, of course, that stereotypical NIMBY (not in my backyard!) reaction of the urban white dweller to the various annoying/vaguely threatening aspects of city life. But yes, here in my backyard, a raccoon grows in Brooklyn.
