I was on my way in the door this evening when I thought I saw a cat under the tree at the side of the garden.
I was mistaken. It was, in fact, a raccoon, that proceded to saunter across the front lawn, hissing at me.
Top that, Stockport.
I can't say I'm entirely satisfied with the quantity of the local wildlife. I've only seen a single beaver since I've been here (and that was a little deader than I'd like); and I've yet to see a single moose wandering the streets. So disappointing....
