Last June I met an adorable little orphaned raccoon. Some of you may recall my post on this masked sweetie.
Well, over the weekend I attended a spectacular bonfire and feast. Can you imagine who showed up? I promise there hasn't been a more popular guest at any party since Cinderella arrived at the ball.
Slim stole the show. He's now five months old and curious as a cat. I'm pretty sure more photos and videos were taken yesterday than would have been shot if Madonna appeared in her metallic bra.
A little spooked by all the fanfare, Slim scooted up the tallest tree to observe the star-struck crowd. He refused to come back down, despite increasingly frantic calls from his foster "Dad". It took more than 3 hours before Slim finally decided to descend. "Dad" took the unruly adolescent home where he presumably was grounded.
There will soon come a time when Slim will hear the call of the wild, and leave home to find a wife and start a family of his own. I think his "Dad" is going to have a tough time letting him go.
With plenty of food, a warm drink, and wonderful friends, who could ask for more on a crisp October night?
