So what else could I call her? She is friendly. She is curious. Super cute and yes, she is “aromatic” but she has a schedule and is black and white like a cruiser. Sorry OPP no insult intended but really, she is super smart and has a routine. It’s true skunks have a lot of class.
The first day I met her she was coming straight at me from the garden. She was very young and small. Actually I think she was skipping across the lawn. Kind of comical. The first thing I noticed was she had no idea who or what I was. Cruiser just went about her business of investigating everything for a food possibility. She was about two feet from me and didn’t really care as much as I did. So I did the next best thing. I froze. So I figured the only thing I could do was introduced myself.My cousin calls me the skunk whisperer, great. After she sniffed my foot and moved away a bit I started talking quietly. Oh and while we are on the subject she was not offended by my garden sneakers, she just moved on. My smelly shoes weren’t that offensive to her, just so you know.
Well, after about 5 minutes she discovered my so called pond. Also known as a big dish with water in it. She had a good drink and off she went. What a relief no more of her surprise visits…not.
Next morning I discovered the cat dishes on their side and all contents gone. I have a raccoon problem as well. I’m so gullible.
That night about the same time, here she comes skipping across the lawn like she was delighted to see me. Well, before I could say hello and let her know I was there in she pops to the summer kitchen. Right by me without so much as a blink. Straight for the cat food. Really? So I talked to her thinking that would upset her and she would leave. Nope. So I talked a little louder. No reaction. Fine, just eat enough food for 4 cats all in one sitting. Go ahead, don’t mind me.
It was time to out smart her. I closed the patio door early. Here comes Miss Cruiser skipping along the lawn straight for the door. She took a few sniffs and walked away. Ha ha I win. She is back. Gone for a drink. She is back. Circles around my chair and me, checking things out. Off she goes. She is back. Okay that is four times checking the door. Off she goes. Down the side walk to the garage. Finally. Ten minutes later and she is back. Honestly the door is staying closed! So off she goes. So I think I win. No so much. Next morning all my planters have been emptied all over my porch. Dirt everywhere. Okay it seemed like a good idea at the time not feed her. What was I thinking?
The next night, is this getting old or is it just me? Here she comes. Wait something else to see. Oh great, she has 3 babies with her. She is a Mommy ! No wonder she was so hungry. Okay I’m a sucker for a hungry animal. I put out a dish.
Two days go by, no visits. Yeah for me. I can leave the door open. I had dinner and decided to sit out side. I open the door and there she is in the summer kitchen pigging out. So I walk towards her and keep talking. The tail is up. She stamps her feet at me. (normal people would back off, not me I’m not normal) I stamp back. She leaves. Oh I’m soooo scary.
So next night here we go again. Only this time I’m really stupid. I walk right up to her. I grab a folding chair and give her a push from behind as she is eating. She turns and looks at me. Then does the unthinkable. No, not that. She walks around the dish to the other side where I can’t reach her. Cheeky. I give up, again, eat the whole bowl. Note to self: buy extra cat food.
So next the encounter of the stinky kind. A few days later. I’m working in the office and notice Pepper, one of the cats watching something. Well, we have Cruiser looking for breakfast. Not a chance.
So I let her have her sniff about. About an hour later I go and let the cats in to eat. At the same time I turn around and picked up some stuff in the summer kitchen. As I turn back the hungry cat has been replaced by a ravenous skunk. What? So she is between me and the door. I had to backup, go through to the wood shed,and out the door. Get the key to the house and go through the kitchen and living room to come back out the door again. I read on the internet they don’t like to be wet. So I grab a spray bottle and quietly open the door. I start to spray over her, not at her. A few more puffs and she is off. Excellent. This really works. At this point I look at the can I grabbed. Hmmm…..Lysol room freshener. How ironic. Hey, it worked great. I wonder if they know?
So a few days later I open the door in the morning for the cats and the same performance. I figured it out. She is hiding in the bushes and knows the sound of the door opening. Breakfast is served.
The one close call I had was one morning I was watching Barrett, the youngest of the barn cats. Crouched down ready to pounce on her sister, then I realized it wasn’t Pepper ,it was Cruiser. I yelled at her. Cat one way, skunk the other. What a relief.
Haven’t seen her in some time. I figure the kids are grown up and she is giving them life lessons. Maybe in the fall she may come by for late night dinner. Who knows. Kinda miss her.