Adventures of CooNee, the toddler coon
I am soooooo happy to announce that CooNee has gone from the bottle to finger foods – Cheerios, and next on to watermelon, and now she is eating her solids like a big girl – CAT CHOW!
Having been raised inside the house, it can be a rather daunting experience for her to go outside for the first few times. And that is where we’re at with her now.
First off, the Big Yellow Dog nips at her. We’re not sure if the big dog understands English, so she is not cooperating when we tell her that CooNee is a baby and she is scared and that she must play nicely with her.
Coons and dogs are mortal enemies, and even though we’ve raised CooNee, those instincts are ingrained her. She immediately gets in her defensive stance when we take her outside and she smells D-O-G.
Then there’s the stray cat and her three big kittens CooNee has to deal with. They start hissing at her from the get-go so those friendships don’t seem to be going anywhere either.
All that’s left is her Boy. CooNee has her boy, and that is enough for her.
She follows her Boy outside to pick figs, but she doesn’t stray too far.
“What’s that lurking behind that big oak tree? It might be the big bad wolf.”
“What are those big metal things speeding by on that gray, grassless trail?”
“Okay, let me get in here and see what all this fig business is about.”
That’s a nice bucket of figs right there. We are battling the birds for the last few, it seems!
That is a stich BW!! I love how a coon eats its food, because their little hands are JUST LIKE OURS!! LOL When I was younger, my grandpy and uncles had coon hounds and we hunted every night of the season. At times in the early spring we would find baby’s on the side of the road cuz mamma had been hit by a car – we’d scoop them up take them home and raise them. We had one that slept, no lie, with the hounds….. go figure. He would sleep on the top of the pile like a king pin. He only stayed for a short time, because he started to get ugly. Males tend to do that I guess… 🙂
Glad she has her boy, that is the most important thing! LOL
Ewwwweeeee! I love those growing up kinda stories! And yes, those little, leathery hands are neat. She does this motion with them like she’s kneading dough, and it sure does tickle!
Congrats to CooNee! Does she wash the cat chow like Shawee did? I want to take her home…..she is some cute. Hope Termite taught her how to pick figs. You could use an extra pair of helping hands.
BW better hope Termite didn’t teach CooNee to pick figs. If she’s around next year, there might not be many figs to preserve. Oh, by the way….yesterday at church I was given a jar of the Mock Peach preserves from the people I let come over to pick. Made some biscuits this morning and tried them out. They’re OK, but Hubby and I both prefer the strawberry.
What a great post! CooNee is really coming along! And your figs are beautiful! I’m waiting for my figs to “start doin'” and then I’ll be up to my eyeballs in figs, fig jam, fig preserves, etc. I’m up and around now, and trying to catch back up with all my friends in the blogosphere!