I live in the city of Pittsburgh. There's about six feet between my apartment building and the one next door and it's all filled with cement. So I don't see much wildlife. But this morning, as I walked out my front door, I saw TWO huge raccoons waddling down the sidewalk.
They were cute. Like stuffed animals come to life. Both of them paused to look at me, and then trotted away. I followed them for a few minutes because I thought, "How often will I see a pair of wild raccoons?" They looked over their shoulders at me as if to say, "What gives?" Then they ducked into a line of shrubs.
I miss my raccoons already. I hope they come back tomorrow. If they do, I will name them Wilma and Cheech.
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