This is a racoon track, on the beach. That is a good thing. Racoons love to hunt along the shore line, swishing the food in the lake. Not so much to "clean" it, because I hate to break this to you, they are NOT a naturally pristine creature. They make a mess. They smell. They will cause enormous grief if they can get at the garbage or the bird feed. They are darn cute, but not inside a building.
So these tracks, on the living room floor, were NOT what we wanted to see. It seems Achmed the cat invited the coon in late in the evening. We were very very lucky. Coon came in the house... destroyed and ate the cat food and cat food container. Ripped apart the recycles. Left sticky pawprints on the floor. Left. Praise be. The operative and critical word in that paragraph is "Left." The damage could have been extensive.
These little bandits will follow their nose, and any food left out and about, such as a pie on the counter, cheese on the table, catfood in the bowl on the floor, is like a gilt-edged invitation.
We've had a chat with the cats. We've taken away their night-time cat flap privileges. Coon is back in the great outdoors. That is where he has to stay.
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