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came home late one night after the wife, dog and I were all gone for the day to portland. she was in her own car with the dog (long story.) and I beat them home by about 7 minutes with my manly car handling skills. coming up the stairs to our apartment I heard a ruckus, so I pulled out my phone, slowed my approach and peaked around the corner. (probably not the smartest thing to do, but hey.) swear to god, three raccoons had found there way through the open window we had left for the cats and were just starting to go through the garbage. damn cats were hanging out like it was no big deal. everyone froze, had a eastwood style staring contest before the fat bastards calmly walked back across the kitchen and out the windows again.
that counts, right?
that counts, right?