My family was always involved in wildlife rescue when I was a kid. Every now and then you come across an animal that cannot or will not go back to the wild. We had a raccoon like that. Charlie was a trip. It was like having a very smart monkey living in the house. He loved to imitate my Dad. There were 2 couches in the living room. Dad would lay on one to take his Saturday or Sunday nap, and Charlie would lay on the other. The coon would stay awake and watch Dad. If Dad rolled over, moved his arm, stretched, anything, Charlie would make the same body movement. It would go on all afternoon until Dad woke up. The coon's best friend was my barn dog. They hung out together, shared their food and wrestled.
