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This is Gimpy, the reject raccoon.
He shows up at our house, by himself, most mornings looking to steal cat food; (the rest of the raccoons all tend to pal around together and prowl at night.) When he shows up on the back porch, limping and looking a bit confused, Callie (our back porch cat) smacks the crap out of him, but he keeps coming back. 67 more words
Bingo and J’miah are both Information Officers of the Swamp Scouts. They are also raccoons. Their home is a 1949 DeSoto Sportsman, source of occasional intelligence reports, usually after lightning strikes and the Voice mysteriously (and temporarily) speaks. 241 more words
Cows say moo. Pigs say oink. Raccoons don’t say any of that, unless it’s the clang of crashing lids as they’re smashing open garbage cans. This has some advantages – in general, the average raccoon spends “less than one minute” of its lifetime reading and analyzing writings about new media – but also greatly curtails raccoons’ ability to participate in the world of converged communications. 236 more words