The Coon

A few days ago, I asked Mick what his pet raccoon's name was. I almost died laughing when he told me it was Kitty Cat. I'm still having trouble saying it with a straight face.
So, today when he came in from work he asked, "Have any of you seen my Kitty Cat?"
I was trying not to laugh because he really looked upset.
See, he has hunting dogs. So he made a fenced off area for his, uh, Kitty Cat (I swear I'm not laughing.) around the trees. The space is really for the coons safety. Well, today, Kitty Cat is gone. I think he might be afraid that one of his dogs got to her. I hope not.

Its so sad. He has been sitting by the front window since he got home. Waiting. Watching. I even went out and looked for the thing even though I'm sure that if I found it, it would rip me to shreds.

J got home from her aunts house and she decided to go out and look for it too.
"She probably moved on," Mick sighed. He sounded so upset but I had to laugh.
"You sound like a sad country song," I said, still laughing.
I could see him smile. I knew he would laugh to.
We both watched J walk around the fenced area. She was being so cautious. I bet she was having the same thoughts I was. Have you ever seen the claws on those things?
Mick started laughing his ass off. "Watch it come out from under that building and start chasing her ass."
I was in tears laughing at the thought. I'm sure it would be terrifying but it would be hilarious too. I really do love her, I swear.
J came back in and said, "She'll be gone for a day or so and then realize she had it made here."
"Well, I've seen some tracks around the fence. Some other coons probably came by and sprung her," Mick smiled. Meanwhile, he's still staring out the window. "She'll be like Rock. Bring 'em all back with her so I can feed 'em."
I am still laughing!