Heard this God awful noise coming from the kitchen last night. Jack had been in the armoire most of the day, so I suspected he wasnt feeling his best. Asked DH where was Jack? as he too was rising to check out this noise. Found Jack rammed behind his tree house, flat against the cold glass of the slider (its snowing out) and nose to nose with a raccoon! He was beating the snot out of the glass trying to kill that thing. He meant for it to be pummeled. No wonder he is tired all day, he hunts all night!

He spent most of the night going back to his window till he was so cold he was a catcicle and then he would come jump in bed till he was warm. Silly cat! I guess he is feeling better.