Yesterday, my wife called me over to see a skunk milling around our screen porch. This was about 4:00 in the afternoon, which seems early for a skunk to be out and about. Unlike the previous one (no pics), which had a glossy coat and took off the moment I said “Go on! Git!”, this one was a bit shoddy and pitiful. It acted like it wanted in, but was probably just scouring the screen for bugs (the screen is fiberglass and can hold the weight of our cats without tearing, so no worries there). This skunk was also limping with a bum rear foot and, unlike the previous one, smelled. I suspect it had been attacked, sprayed the attacker, and still had stink-oil on its own fur. Our cats were bonkers, running up and sniffing, which we tried to stop. Not that the skunk felt threatened in the least.
The first thumbnail doesn’t show it, but if you click, you’ll see Samantha (our black & white cat) running up to see the skunk.
It was not shy at all. In this photo, I’d opened a door to take a picture and it acted like I was offering it a place to stay. As it waddled towards me, I snapped an out-of-focus photo before slamming the door.
The skunk shrugged and kept milling around…
