So we processed a half bushel of apples the other day and as a space saving measure set a crock pot cooking apple butter on a counter upstairs. You see my kitchen is an add on to the house, and upstairs is a former kitchen from the old duplex days. The roof of the real kitchen is just outside the upstairs former kitchen, and the end of the counter where we set the crock pot is next to a window that looks out onto the roof.
A few hours after we got the crock pot going, we heard our kiri calling to us to come upstairs Right Away! So we get up there and there is Spike on a table on the opposite side of the window from the crock pot, and he is dancing and singing, and bushed up as much as a single coated cat can be. Right outside the window is a raccoon. This masked fella is just bold as brass, he is completely ignoring kiri (a city girl who is completely freaking out) and teasing Spike. I would say Mr. Raccoon smelled those apples cooking and came to see if he could get at them, then stayed to annoy the cat.
So on one side of the window we have Spike doing his I am Cat, I will eat you! song and dance, complete with mad pawing on the window glass. On the other side of the window we have a grinning raccoon rubbing his face on the glass, standing up and leaning with his hands on the window, and generally laughing at the cat. The glass is plexi, so nobody was going to go through it.
Kiri is going just bats, asking what do we do? what do we do? over and over. DH went over and tapped on the window, and the raccoon just pressed his face against the glass and grinned. So we just stood back and marvelled at how well the little bugger understands windows.
NightMist