Introoder!
Mom wasn't sure if Zolie was up in the insulated ceiling or not, she hadn't seen her all day, so when that happens the people leave the garage door just up enough for her to slip under because it was going to be a cold night.
Mom was sitting with us, reading, around 10:30 pm when we could tell something was in the recycling bin tossing the cat food cans around. They keep it by the back door so all they have to do is open the door and toss stuff in. The house and garage are attached. We've had raccoons in there before, they smell Zolie's kibble and steal it so mom thought that big one was back. She turned on the lights and opened the door noisly, banging it back & forth so the thing would run.
He only went about 2 feet away and stared at her, murderously. It did not want to leave the garage and tried to get behind some boards up against the wall. It was a big 'un, 15-20 pounds with a long rat tail. Didn't seem afraid in the least.
Mom started yelling and throwing cans at it then picked up a 2 by 4 and started poking and waving in it's general direction. Finally it lumbered off and mom shut the garage door. Zolie, it turns out, was in, as mom saw her on her thermal pad on top of the deep freeze the next morning.






