Getting home late again and Harry isn't happy... well, until he sees my hand full of food!

Where wildlife meets the window it is Monday night. There was some lightning and thunder around but that doesn't deter these types. And I'm sorry Harry it's Beth's fault again. That's like the second time in a week it's Beth's fault. It is. But you waited. You waited until you heard me knocking around in the kitchen didn't you? Yes that's food right there. That's food. Are you gonna let me pet you? Are you gonna let me pet you Harry? Come Harry. Harry. You want food? You want food? Are you gonna let me pet you? Come here Harry. Come here honey. It's okay. Hi. Harry. Harry. We go through this all the time. You know I'm not gonna hurt you. Come here Harry. You want food? Here. Food. Food. Food means petting. Hi Harry. Hi. They hate their heads touched. I don't know why. Come here Harry. Harry. How are you? How are you hungry? He's like don't tease me. Give me the good stuff. Harry. How are you buddy? It didn't rain here. Got some lightning and thunder but there's no rain. How are you tonight Harry? Yes. Say I waited again. You love your crunchies. Harry it is Beth's fault. It is. I would have been home from my eye doctor appointment by about four o'clock but I had to make a stop on the way so I'm late. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Harry. Yes. There's nothing there. Look that's just my fingers. You. Don't you nibble on my fingers. You know better than that. You know better than to nibble on my fingers. He's like well keep that hand full. Where's your mama? Where's your sister Franny? Harry. Like little leather gloves with claws. Yes. Little leather gloves. Yes. Harry. You're silly. You're silly little raccoon. Take that. There you go. Okay. I'll dump some out for you. Okay. Clean litter box. I'm late. Watch out. Okay. Have your crunchies Harry.