I didn’t tell you that CooNee was gone, because I was too sad about it and I was hoping she would return.

Last Monday while we were gone all day, something happened to The Big Yellow Dog and CooNee. They disappeared. KatyBug sent me a hilarious story of how she imagined the two of them off on an adventure, CooNee riding on Yellow Dog’s back. I like the story and might use it one day, if she doesn’t mind!

It’s one week later, and CooNee has come home. There is still no sign of Yellow Dog, sad, I know.

She said to me in coon language, “Mommy, it’s me, CooNee. Please open the door. There are a bunch of cats out here, and you know I don’t like cats, Mommy.”

“Listen you felines, line up right there and don’t touch my bowl. Mommy is coming out here to feed me any minute now.”

“Don’t come any closer, or I’ll give you what for!”

“Mommy, pleeeeeeeease give me something to eat. I’m tired, and hungry, and thirsty and I have a hurt leg.”

“Thank you, Mommy. Now please give the cats theirs so they can quit staring at me!”

And the winner is HEIDI with this prize-winning caption:

“Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my basket keep, from water deep as I have no sail, but want to follow my Bayou Gal.”

Thank you, everyone, for participating.  All of these were entertaining, creative, and amusing!  Heidi, we’ll email about where to ship the honey!

BW

This photo of CooNee needs a caption. In the past, I’ve asked you for a photo name, but this time I want a caption.

You have until Monday afternoon to leave your caption in the comment section.

I will narrow them down to three, unless there is one that just jumps out at me, and I will draw the winner from a hat.

The prize will be a plastic honey bear filled with Wetlander’s Gold Honey, made by my very own honey bees. This honey tastes like no other you’ve ever tasted, as it was made from marsh flowers.

You must know this is a generous prize, because I don’t have my bees any more. This honey really is like gold to me, and I don’t have much left; but if a gift has no value to me, then how can it be valuable to you?

Put your creative hats on, everyone, and start typing in those captions!

BW

Well, I do believe it is a raccoon!!! And a youngun at that!

Can it be? Are we once again blessed with a baby coon to replace our precious Chaoui? It would be so grand to be an animal mother. They don’t have to wait years to get another chance to “raise a child”.

Chaoui has only been gone since November, and a mere 6 months later I get another chance to raise a coon from an infant and correct any mistakes I might have made with Chaoui. I don’t have to wait years for another chance.

HOW DID WE ACQUIRE COONEE?   MAJOR EDIT:

She and her two brothers were born in a closet in a camp down in Cocodrie.  Their mother was killed by an irate man who claimed the mother was going after his $1200 parrot (sounds crazy to me).  A young man from down here ended up with them somehow.  After about two weeks, he heard that I had raised a coon, called me and asked if I would take another one to raise. Of course, I asked for the little girl and he readily agreed to let me have her—only catch was that I could not take her until after the wedding. She was delivered to our door the day after the wedding.  She’s our new baby.

She hugs our necks and squeals when we try to set her down.

Her bottle consists of kitten formula, Gerber rice cereal, and Karo syrup.

She’s about as big as my shoes!

Her little claws are razor sharp, enabling her to scale a pants leg or a bedspread.

She sleeps with a stuffed animal, but she’d rather sleep in my bed.

Allow me to introduce our newest addition . . .

CooNee (coo NEE). I’m trying the name on for size to see if it fits her. Do you like her name? Do you think it fits her?

She is asleep on my lap right now. I hate to move her to her bed, but I must. It’s my bedtime, too.

Good night, CooNee!