As I was going back indoors I heard a loud crunching, and turned around to see a raccoon eating the second cat's food. The first cat hopped onto a chair and watched. I didn't want to spend time repeatedly running the raccoon off while the cats ate, so I just let the raccoon eat. The cats had to wait another hour to get fed again. Raccoons will lurk for a long time, knowing that more food could be coming. That's why I like to feed the outdoor cats before the sun goes down.
As usual the long evening nap has left me muddled and feeling displaced. It might be a nice night out, but I can't be sure because it doesn't feel quite real to me. A long, late nap always makes me feel like I'm still might be having a dream for several hours after. I really miss getting a days sleep all in one clump. Maybe cats are weird because they cat nap. I wonder if I've gotten as weird as a cat?