A Muskrat Is On My Porch Today

A muskrat is on my porch, sneaking around. I have caught a glimpse of parts of it, but today I saw it. In its ugly wholeness. Except maybe it is not a muskrat. There is no ugly muskrat-like tail. It is as big as two rats, big ones, and it has dark fur. The fur looks a little scruffy. It is short and fat. I did not see its eyes, but I saw its corpulent body as it ran. Not off the porch but toward the screened in porch where it lives. That is great news, as this is where the dog-door is also. It is not a muskrat anymore, because I looked it up. It is a groundhog, which might explain the burrow holes in my porch. I have put a live trap out with oranges, but it is too smart for the trap. I said to my husband, why are the dog and cat allowing this to be here? They get too much food, he told me. They have their little friends. I looked at the opossum and the raccoon, feeding on cat food. “Is that right?” I asked them. They both sneered, ignoring me too.