The majority of the animals we had growing up were named after the personality of the characters from children's movies. I'll never forget Templeton the raccoon. He'd lay at the food trough on his back, quite literally scooping the food into his mouth. Laying there eating and eating, and yes. We learnt that raccoons got sleepy if they ate too much. So this damnable fat coon would pass out beside the food dish. If you picked this little bugger up, he looked like a pear. The tiniest little shoulders with the fattest cutest little belly you ever did see. He reminded us of the rat from Charlotte's Web.

OH! Then there was "Sparky". She was a raccoon whose mother was fried by eating some wires and Sparky found with the tip of her tail fried and her fur never grew back.

And then there was Oopsie. He was a bear. His mama and father were used by these butchers of hunters who declawed them, removed their teeth and tied them to a tree so their hunting dogs could learn to track and attack bears. When the government found them and sent the bears off to an animal sanctuary in northern Ontario, they discovered that the mama bear was pregnant. Mama bear died, and so we got Oopsie for about six months.

We had Chernobyl Toes for this cat was an odd cat because he had all sorts of extra toes on his paws.

There was Sputnik the dog, and Olive the other (rein)deer. And Hiss the snake.

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