You Are A Raccoon

Walking Sparky last night, just as we approached a tree, I heard claws on bark as some weighty animal lifted its ponderous self above Sparky's reach. I expected to see an alien-looking possum, but instead found myself face-to-face with an anxious-looking raccoon sitting on a branch, looking like a Cheshire Cat, just ten feet in front of me. "You are a raccoon," I repeatedly cooed to the animal, and to its credit, the raccoon didn't quibble.