Late last night, he got into trouble for biting and was banished to his 'room'. He started chirring and chirring and Lis asked, 'WTFark does he want now?' I said, he's telling you he's sorry and he really is. Their language is so clear to me, I just can't figure out why other people can't understand them, when I get every 'word' they say. So, I told Lis, come on in here and forgive him so he can be peaceful. She said, 'No, F-him, he's mean, he can stay there.' It sort of pissed me off because he really was sorry and SHE was rough housing with him. So, I told him he was okay and everything was alright and to go night night. He licked my hand and went to his bed basket, pulled his blankie up and went to sleep.
He woke up at 5 am screaming like a child in pain. Just the awful awful scream of terror! I jumped up and ran to him, I couldn't imagine what had happened. Maybe something got in the house, maybe he was caught in one of his many toys..I didn't know. When I got to him he was sitting up in his bed, clutching the blanket and screaming. I reached in and grabbed him up, it was pretty clear he'd had a nightmare. I rocked him back and forth like a baby, soothing him, telling him it was just a bad dream and chirring to him until he calmed down. Poor baby bad ass. I wondered what kind of bad dream a Raccoon could have? It might have involved a Rooster or a little girl who won't forgive you for a few growls and a nip. He kept feeling my face and kissing me. No more biting for now. Not real biting anyhow, he knew he'd been naughty.
I warmed him some baby goop and fed him in his cage, but, left the doors open. Pretty soon, here he comes, waddling with his fat belly full and wanting to attack my feet. He played happily under the desk, not wanting to wander to far from mama. He likes to chew my toe nail polish off.
Suddenly he zipped under the chair and up the back to become my hair stylist. He just loves my hair. It makes him joyous. I let him have at it for awhile, but, then he gets too rough and jerks my head around. It hurts my neck where my spine injury is, so I make him stop and he cries like a toddler who loses his favorite crayon.
He gives me his version of a lap dance, chews on my fingers, kisses me a million times and eventually gets sleepy. Like a toddler, he can sleep anywhere, but, I slip him into his cage basket. I want him to know that is where he sleeps. Unless he has permission to sleep in my bed.
He's out like a light. I can now do morning chores in peace. I leave the cage open though. I love playing with him. I like to blow raspberries on his fat belly. Is that weird?
Sometimes his cage gets put outside for the afternoon now. He sleeps on a satin pillow there. Sometimes I put it in the trees and cover it with branches and he can watch the real wildlife. He likes it, but, it scares him a little. People come by and say, OH, a coon! Don't they bite? And I say, yes, they're Coons. Geez. Of course they bite, it's what they do. It's not animals who are weird, it's people. He's a bit rough for such a youngster, I know that. But, I trust him. With me. Not with anyone else. He has no hesitation about biting right in the face if you scare him. He doesn't care. If he doesn't know you or doesn't trust you, yes, he will bite the shit out of you. It's what they do! Get to know him, or leave him alone. He's getting big, as you can see. He is going to be one honkin' big Raccoon soon and hard to control. I really don't mind when he bites me, as long as it's not in the face, which he seems to know. I love arm wrestling him. If there's blood, hey, that's a good mock fight. I can take it. Maybe that's why Coons always find me. I get them. If there's such a thing as a spirit animal, they must be mine.
Shit he's done this week..he got pissed off at me and took a runny dump on the phone where the receiver sits. Then somehow managed to put the receiver back so you couldn't see it. Lissa asked if the phone was working and I picked it up, heard the dial tone and yelled, WTF is on my face??? It was Raccoon shit. Lissa cracked up and I had to go wash my hair. God, how did he manage that trick?? I still say you can't fully house train a Coon, but, they aren't usually dirty where they live. He goes on newspapers now. So, it really seemed deliberate. He also seemed to grin and laugh while I had a hissy. Lis and I both saw him laughing. Little shit.
Dirty trick number 2 backfired. He found some bubble gum somewhere and came in here chewing gum and showing off. I took it out of his mouth and saw that he'd also gotten a big wad stuck in his butt hair. I had to cut it out and now he has a bald spot on his ass. He cried for 10 solid minutes because I took his gum away.
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That pic of him on your back shows how long he has gotten. But I kinda think Lis might have been in on the phone bit. It just sounds like a 2 culprit deal.
We do the raspberries on the belly to our little puppy, so not weird at all. She's also got a little fat belly.
OMG he's so frickin' cute!!!! Kanye better get me one of those, else I'm gonna ban him from annexing my twuntal region for like a month.
I agree it sounds like the phone shit may have had 2 culprits involved.
My dogs have all gotten upset when I try the belly razzes. They wiggle and jump up and get all insulted.
Having a big rain here today. Am on my way to check and see if the gutter system is working. They finally put on gutter Thursday. I have a feeling the patio room isn't sealed enough to keep water out, gutter or not.
Pat, are you going off the deep end? You sound like a crazy woman. It's a RACCOON!
First, Im not sure it's legal to have them as a pet, second, you treat him like a baby!
Please, seek mental health treatment,before is too late and you end up in the cuckoo house.
Loved this post! I have no words,I just made stupid awwwing and cooing noises all the way through and laughed a lot too.
I hope you had your tetanus shots.
Lissa would have nothing to do with a poop trick, other than keeping her mouth shut. So, yeah, could be. She doesn't deal with poo. Don't ya know? That's my area.
Anon, he IS a baby. Geez, he's still on formula. And he is NOT a pet. I am a rehabber, I got him from an official source, because I am a rehabber! But, right now, yeah, he's my baby.
Melvin, I don't think Coons give you Tet. Isn't that rusty metal? Coons can give you fleas and rabies. I pick th efleas and bathe him and obviously, if he was rabid, I'd be dead by now.
OMG, you guys, I am babysitting the cutest kitten I have ever seen in my life. I have to get her pic on. She's a fucking meme. She doesn't look real.
I would hope you have had your rabies shots. (I' ll bet you probably have.) Not to throw shade at the little dude, but with animals of wild origin, you just don't know what they harbor.
He sure is cute. The account of his nightmare is just precious. Poor little guy. With his start in life, it could have been the fear that he finds himself alone again. It's kind of sad that Lissa wouldn't forgive him, but I can understand. When I was her age, I don't know if I would have found it in myself to forgive easily, either. I am glad that he was able to accept your forgiveness and go to sleep. The mental image of him, pulling up his blankie to go to sleep is just so sweet. He is lucky to have you, Pat.
Christina
As far as I know, there is no preventative shot for rabies. You take the shot when you are exposed. I have a friend who just got one because a Fox cub bit her when she was rescuing it. She said the do it in the arm now, not the belly like they used to and it isn't too bad.
Lissa is over it now and has a kitten to cuddle. Coons cuddle, but, not with her. LOL. She's kind of mean to him too. He considers her a litter mate and gets pissed off at her because she'll do things like, not share cereal, just shove him away. I can't understand her sometimes. I mean, give him a piece and he'll leave. He doesn't eat solid food anyway. He's just curious. She's rude to him in his way of thinking. And mine, sometimes. But, mostly they're both good critters. LOL.
Oh and my friend had no reason to think the Fox had rabies, she made a choice. She had let the kit go in an area where there were no people. If she had taken him in for an exam, she feared they would have to kill him to know if he actually had rabies. She was right. They have to have brain tissue. So, she relocated him and took the shot. She's such a good person. She works for the park service, so rescue and relocate is part of the job.
Another ps...if this coon harbored Rabies, I would have seen it by now. He hasn't been exposed to any animal except mine since he was just a few days old. His mother could well have died of Rabies, we don't know how he was orphaned. But, when you take in a wild animal, you watch for any signs of rabies. Any good rehabber will know a lot about it and how to spot it.
The rabies shot can be used as a preventative. I had the shots last summer after I woke up looking at a bat . They told me I was protected for ten years.
I have never heard that! If you take it, is one enough forever or do you take it yearly or what? I'd sure take one. I mess with these animals around here all the time. I feed a dozen or more Coons, 1 skunk, 1 badger and 2 poussums.
OOpps. Sorry. 10 years!?? No shit? I want one now. I'm going to ask my doctor about it. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
And you know what I'd be most likely to get Rabies from here? The GD dogs these idiots let run. They don't get shots, tags, nothing. Let alone spay or neuter. These GD bastards just go out get a huge ass dog, beat the shit out it to make it mean and then let it run. They make my ass tired and they should be in jail, but, you know...Guntown.
AND (while I'm at it, might as well make 100 comments, right?) the GD mean mistreated dogs have been 'trained' (har har) to attack. Which means they haven't the GD sense to avoid anything Rabid. They'd go right for it when a dog of ours would be cautious. These mad half feral dogs are crazy.
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