His name is Bandit
One of the neighbor "boys" (twenty-something, really...) stepped out of his house yesterday while I was working in the yard and said, "Hey, Brenda, check this out!"
I thought it was a kitty, but...OMG, it was a young raccoon! They found him with his mother, who had been shot. :( They are raising it, knowing he will probably never be able to return to the wild. Jr. said, "Twenty, twenty-five years, I'm going to be stuck with this little rascal." LOL This neighbor family always takes care of lost, injured, etc., animals, so I know Bandit's in good hands.
He keeps Jr. up all night, of course, nibbling on his toes and generally wreaking havoc. :D
But I got to let him crawl all over me!!! Ohhh, I was in heaven! Bandit walked up my arm, across my shoulders, and proceeded to whisper sweet nothings in my ear, making that little chatter noise. And the pads on his tiny "hands" are softer than a baby's bottom, I swear! LOL He was very careful with his claws, too....except when Roscoe walked up to me to get a closer look! Bandit started hissing and arching his back...the tension was palpable...in my neck and shoulders, mainly. LOL Good boy!
I told Bandit he can come play in the pond any time he wants, but "good luck finding any goodies in that jungle," I said. :)
DH let him climb on him for a photo op, but I could tell he was a little freaked out by it. LOL
They also have a female ground squirrel, Alvin (Alvina?), who was hit by a car. Her head wound is healing nicely, and they should be able to release her in the next week or so. I was so enthralled by sweet Alvin girl, I forgot to take her pic! :D