Charles is a racoon Dan and Tiia brought home a while ago. I was surprised at first, given the way they feel about actual racoons. Maybe they secretly wanted to live vicariously through me ripping his stuffing out? I get it, but I couldn't do it with Charles. He's just too perfect the way he is.
I have high hopes that Charles will say something other than squeak. He's got a tongue. I know this because it's permanently sticking it out at me. Maybe I should teach him to speak the way we taught Milo?
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