Pepe le Pew

I live in the country on approximately 20 acres forest/farm. The house and property need constant upkeep, along with managing our many animals. Besides the one dog and three cats, we also have chickens, pigs, cows, and at one time even a couple goats.
Every evening there is a ritual  of closing the chickens in their coop for safety. We have sadly lost a few chickens to coyotes and foxes, despite our best efforts to keep them safe. Living in the country, it's just something you grow used to dealing with.
One evening, my husband and our oldest daughter were walking back from closing the chickens up a little later than usual. In the distance, my daughter sees her cat, who is completely black, hurrying toward her. She starts calling to the cat. "Cas, Cas, come here kitty, kitty." Cas is short for Castiel, one of our favorite characters on the TV show 'Supernatural'... despite the fact that our cat is a girl.
As our daughter nears the cat, she suddenly screeches loudly and rushes toward the back door, frantically clawing at it to get in. My husband, who is strolling along casually without a clue, wonders why she is running away from her cat. The "cat" is now hurrying toward my daughter.  Then realization dawns on my husband, and he scurries toward the back door in a rush to get away from the cat, who is in face, a skunk.
They come inside and tell me of their heroic tale. I laugh at their fear of a little skunk, who was far too friendly.
The very next day, I pull into our driveway late at night and walk toward the front door. Out of the corner of my eye I see a cat hurrying toward me. As the cat gets closer, I realize I had just made the same mistake my daughter had made the night before. The cat is a skunk, and it is rushing to greet me. Frantically, I jam my keys into the door and rush through, slamming the door behind me. The door slamming is probably what scared the skunk, because when we went back outside to investigate, there was the distinct odor of skunk right by the door.
A week later our cat, the same one we kept mistaking for a skunk, comes meowing up to me. I pick her up and start petting her, then immediately put her down. She REEKED of skunk! Apparently we weren't the only ones to mistake the fluffy, black kitty for a skunk. Oh, Pepe Le Pew must live nearby!