First Lady Grace Coolidge once had a pet raccoon named Rebecca. Which...I already knew that obscure fact.
Honestly, had Rocky just stayed out of the attic, he could've happily helped himself to some of the table scraps I occasionally toss out into the tree line dividing our property and the property directly behind us. Then he could've been kind of a pet, like Cheeky, the chipmunk Dad was feeding years ago. Cheeky got so familiar with Dad, he would sit right by Dad's chair outside and just chill with him.
