Yesterday morning, as I was getting the boys ready for school, Steve noticed a raccoon sleeping in a ball on our doormat. He was fat (assuming the raccoon was male), had some grey fur, and was snoozing comfortably against our patio door off the kitchen. It was strange to see him there in the daylight. To me, he looked old and tired. I could relate!

The squirrels in the giant Linden tree overhanging the patio were plenty perturbed. They hollered at the racoon, who was not the least bit disturbed. And eventually the chickadees came by for their breakfast too. They hopped around the bird feeder hook, looking hopeful or confused. Neither of us had the heart to shoo the sleepy raccoon away from the door to put the bird feeder out.

I checked on Sleepy Raccoon every couple of hours. Later in the morning, he had moved over to the side of the deck into the shade. Once I caught him awake, grooming himself. But the rest of the day he slept.

By nightfall, Sleepy had returned to the rope doormat in front of our patio door and settled in for the night. We wondered if he was sick, or old and dying, or possibly a pregnant momma. Neither or us wanted to have to remove him. He was utterly peaceful. So we gave him until the morning to disappear into his regular raccoon life.

This morning, although it was drizzling and dreary out, Sleepy was still curled in a ball on our doormat. Steve checked on him by opening the door a few inches. Sleepy got up then and walked over a few feet to a spot under the table on the patio. That’s when Steve went out and started talking with him. Sleepy just looked over at Steve and walked nonchalantly down the patio stairs to the yard.

I like to think we gave Sleepy a bit of respite from whatever it is that tires raccoons out.