I finally discovered what kept scrambling into the bathroom windowsill, banging around, and then tumbling down the side of the house to land with a jarring crash on the deck. He's the one who's been knocking over the bird feeder, too. I'd been just setting it on the deck, as there wasn't room to hang it here, and raccoons bent the shepherd's hook in the front yard.
"Nom nom nom nom nom..."
"Hey! Who's that, opening the patio door?!"
"Oooo, she looks meeean, with that big lens."
"Gotta finish this last bite..."
"Maybe I can hid behind the bird feeder..." ((...pause...)) "Nope. She sees me."
"Okay, if you're a-gonna keep aiming that big camera at me, I'm a-leavin', Stage Right."
Picking up speed... practically levitating...
Pausing for a speedbump...
"Yikes. In order to get to the stairs, I hafta go right past her!"
"Maybe if I hump up my back and look big and scary, she'll back off."
"Eek, that didn't work; she's still taking pictures."
"All righty, then, that does it. I'm outa here!"
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