After we installed the raccoon-proof cat door, the two raccoons that had been plundering our basement for cat food moved on to our neighbors' basement for easier pickings.
Well, the guy next door wasn't going to take any shit from a raccoon! He put a catch-and-release trap in their basement and caught one of the coons Wednesday night. He then drove it over to the park on the other side of the Cut (our local canal) and released it.
Tonight at 10 there was the most horrible screaming out back. It wasn't a cat; it sounded like a dog yelping. I turned on the back porch light and made sure our cat Betaille was OK. Looking over to the neighbors' back yard, I saw two green eyes up in the air. The neighbors flipped on their porch lights and I realized it was a raccoon up in their apple tree, shrieking piteously.
The poor thing obviously knew that its mate had gone into their basement and never come out again. It was hard not to feel bad for the bereaved raccoon. I hope it will go into the basement, get trapped, and be released in the park and be reunited with its mate. I didn't mind two friendly raccoons in the neighborhood, but I'm definitely disturbed by one frantic one.