My ex brother in law was taking a bicycle trip with his 7 year old son when they camp upon a pair of baby coons whose mother had been hit by a car and was dead. Son thought they were cute so BIL put them in his shirt and took them home. One of them died but the other one became a family pet. It ate out of the cat dish so they tried putting the cat dish up on a shelf when the cat wasn't eating. No joy, coons can climb almost anything.
They had a wooden screen door coming in to the house from the garage. The coon would walk up to the door and open it to let itself in. Couple of things that I remember was my BIL telling me to hold it. They hug you like they want to become part of you. Also, I had a long beard and the coon would comb it with it's fingers. It really was a pretty cool pet.
One day it must have decided to become a wild animal again because it left and never returned. Either that or it suffered the same fate as it's mother.
OPEN EYES, OPEN EARS, OPEN MIND
BETTER TO HAVE TOOLS YOU DON'T NEED THAN TO NEED TOOLS YOU DON'T HAVE
MY NAME IS BRIAN AND I AM A TOOLOHOLIC