Holy Cow! It is just pouring rain, and 36°. Absolutely miserable. And I confirmed that my front porch cat feeding tray thief is a raccoon. And he (actually they; there seems to be a herd) is a raucous noisy fellow. I heard all sorts of clicking and banging and yelling, opened the door and the herd scattered. Came back to computer, and heard the front door opening. Whoops! Went to check and a raccoon the size of a walrus was prying the storm door open! Lights on and he kept going, so I got down face to face (door between) and asked him what the HECK he thought he was doing, and he and several others wandered off. He must have been telling them to stick with him, baby, and he’d take them to a great restaurant with heat and light and a good wait staff. Never thought I’d have to bolt my doors against a herd of raccoons!