This morning, while in the bathroom, Captain OCD saw the outside cat on the windowsill. An everyday occurrence, but the otherworldly noises she was making were not. He opened the window to let her in, like he always does, and she bolted over his shoulder as soon as she could squeeze through the open window. He looked down to see a big raccoon on the ground hissing at the breakfast that narrowly escaped his claws. There go my hopes of her moving out to live with a nice raccoon family.