Boris the Racoon

By Neal

When I was young I had a raccoon as one of my many pets. When I first got her she was a cute baby. We called her Boris. When she got bigger, she became mean to us. It was difficult to keep her safe.

Boris was found lost walking down Love Point Road. My brother’s friend found her and kept her at his home. My brother’s friend didn’t want her and gave her to my brother. We kept Boris in my home for 3 or 4 months in a big cage in the kitchen. Inside the cage, the raccoon slept on soft material, like a pillow, and nibbled food. I once fed her dog food.

The raccoon was nice. She was cute not mean. She acted in a funny way, dancing in the house when we left the cage door open. She acts cool. But she was mean to me when she got bigger. She bit me few times when I played with her. She always had fun with my family. I will never forget her. We played in the water and used the rowboat with her to teach her how to go fishing.

Then later Boris had 6 raccoon babies. She started to be mean because she wanted to keep her babies safe. Her babies got bigger. There were 3 girls and 3 boys. I called them Colt, Robert and Firefighter Jr (because he always played with fire). The girls were named Riena, Kelly, and Page. I let Boris go later and she died.