We had a pet-ish raccoon that would show up, beg bread, and tell us all about his day.
Long chattering gibberish as he dipped and ate his bread.
I had a friend that fed about thirty raccoons daily. I even fed them for her when she was gone, but I told her it wasn’t a good idea since they were dependent on her. They were families that were teaching the little ones that to eat you go to Marcia’s house around 6PM. Sure enough, she got another job and had to move, and she’s worried about the raccoons. I had to say I told you so.