Cafe Cito Bogota
Who Was That Masked Man?
As you have probably noticed today’s offerings on New York Shitty have been delayed. This is because the last two evenings have been livelier than usual at Chez Shitty. No, the Mister and I are not trying to spice up our love life— unless, of course one considers a little pan-species voyeurism sweet. Which brings me to the rather blurry image at left. You will notice there are two greenish dots. Those are eyes. Who— or more accurately WHAT— do they belong to, you ask?
These peepers belong to a humble Procyon lotor, better known as the common raccoon. This little fella has made nocturnal visits to my bedroom window (which, should be noted, is located 9 inches away from where I lay my head to sleep) in the wee hours of the morning two nights in a row. The first night I damned near shit my pants when, upon being awakened at 3:00 a.m. in the morning by one of our cats raising holy hell, to find a little masked face staring at me. He (or she?) must have liked what he saw because last night he tried to get in. What’s more, he damn near succeeded.
The fun never stops in New York Shitty.