Mortie growled his deepest most threatening rumble. One of the racoons hissed. None of them budged. In fact they posed for a long time. I suggested my husband the photographer set up his tripod, reflective umbrella, and any other equipment he needed to properly take their portrait as they were clearly going to pose until the compost box arrived.
Meanwhile, Mortie and I are holed up in my office. Mortie's still whimpering and clawing at me.
"But Mortie, they're way bigger than you are!"