Raccoon or Cat?
By Aunt_HeatherPiper on September 14, 2012
I wish I could write as mysterious as a cat. ~Edgar Allan Poe
It has been about four months since I brought home a little kitten called Storm. In that time, her actions have flashed me back to my former self. I think I've mentioned that I've always had cats. My pappy used to call me old cat women. So the true nature of a cat is not foreign to me, but some of the things Storm does reminds me of another pet I had, Rascals.
Rascals was our raccoon. Yes I said raccoon! She was amazing! Is it legal to have a raccoon as a pet? No, but it's not like we went out in the woods and stole a baby raccoon from its mother. My dad was a woodsman for most of his life. He was the guy who cut down timber and hauled the logs back to the sawmill or wherever they needed to go. Throughout his life he's run into his share of animals, wild and domestic. Yep, dad would come across cats that were starving in the woods because their owners would abandon them, so he would bring them home to give them a fighting chance at life. Dad did the same with abandoned or injured wild animals, one happened to be a raccoon.
This bundle of helplessness came as a package of three newborn raccoons to be exact. Unbeknownst to dad, he took down a tree with the babies, who were so little, their eyes weren't even open yet. Dad would never let these little babies lay there to die. I mean who could? They would have never had a fighting chance. Ever! They were just babies!
I'll never forget, this happened the day of my junior prom. When I got home that night, well actually the next morning, there they were three little tiny critters, who needed to be bottle fed. Unfortunately, two of the them died shortly after arriving at the Piper household. They were also the two runts of the bunch. Dad said they could have had internal injuries that we didn't know about, or they could have already been sick. Regardless, we did our best and with that, Rascals survived!
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