It's a bird, it's a plane, it's....

Some people may never figure it out...

Last night Pookie and I went for a walk around Parliament Hill. We stopped, as always, at The Cat House, a cat sanctuary where a bunch of feral cats live in splendour next to the Parliament Buildings. The cats are cared for by a volunteer and visited by hundreds of tourists and locals every day.

Totally cool.

Anyhoo, a juvenile raccoon was hanging out on the front porch of one of the houses, helping himself to some cat food. As we watched, two twentysomethings appeared and displayed their amazing wildlife identification skills:

Waste of Space #1: Ooooh look, a cat!
Waste of Space #2: I think it's a raccoon.
Waste of Space #1: No, it's a cat.
Waste of Space #2: OK, maybe you're right.

They continued in this vein for a while and then wandered off. There were about 10 other people there but I guess that we all preferred to exchange sardonic looks with our companions rather than correct them.

Thank God they didn't see the squirrels that were behind them*.

* The cats are strictly laisser faire. Or possibly Buddhists. Or too well fed to care.