I was just speaking with my girlfriend, Peg Flanders, who lived next to us in Syracuse, and we got laughing over this Mom Story. When my Dad passed, I brought Mom to live with me … which she did for the next seventeen years. Miss Addie was about six or seven years into the Alzheimer’s when she came into the bedroom and awakened me. She said that someone was knocking on her bedroom window. I pooh poohed the possibility that anyone had climbed atop the garage and was knocking on her window. Addie prevailed and I went into her room to simply allay her fears. The cats were sitting on the little dresser under the windows as they often did and I was poised to do a melodramatic tossing back of the curtains. Well, I did just that. As fate would have it, at that very moment the tapping began in earnest. Outside, sitting atop the garage, and I am sure mouthing the words, “Here kitty, kitty” was a big raccoon. Somehow, he knew that there were cats in there and he was more than interested in a midnight snack. Miss Addie had not totally lost it and we both went back to bed.