Yeah, right! NOT!
I was nicely winding down for the evening when dog leaps up, growls, and barks furiously at the door. So I latch him onto his lead, open the door, and he bolts off the porch yammering to beat the band.
Cat sedately walks the porch rail. Hops onto the table. Sniffs her empty dish (which I had just refilled). I check her water bowl. It's filthy (I just refilled it not half an hour ago). I reach for the bowl and Cat CLAWS me! As if it's my fault that some critter has been on her porch, eating her food, and washing its paws in her water bowl. (Lest you worry, I've washed and slathered antibiotic ointment where Cat clawed my arm.) Not feeling particularly happy at that moment, I emptied the dirty water from her bowl in her face as her reward for clawing me. She lit out from the porch like she'd just been threatened with a bath. Meanwhile dog's yammering threatened to wake the neighborhood so I grab his lead and haul him back into the house.
Now, I don't mind feeding a neighborhood cat or two, but racoons are another matter all together. How do I know it's a racoon when I didn't see it? Racoons are fastidious about washing their paws when they eat...ergo dirty water bowl.
Ah the joys of country life. You may now resume what you were doing. Have a blessed, interruption free, peaceful rest of your day!