What’s big and fluffy and black and white and takes midnight walks past our bedroom window? If your guess starts with an ‘S’ and ends with a ‘K’ and rhymes with ‘stunk,’ you’d be right.
The other night, Matt heard a rustling outside, and when he looked out the window he added a new animal to our official list of wildlife sightings.
The next night when we heard a meowing and a rustling outside of the bedroom window, he decided to go outside and join the party.
Through the open window from my cozy spot under the covers, it sounded a bit like this:
“Ralph, where are you?”
“Meeee-oooor-owwww.” (She has quite a vocabulary).
“If I meet a skunk, I’m going to be really ticked off.”
My response: “If you meet a skunk, I’m closing the windows and locking the door. You can sleep with Ralph in the barn.”
Fortunately, the skunk did not reappear, and man and cat went to their respective beds no more smelly than usual.
Is there anyone out there who’s had a close encounter with a skunk?