My furry friend (and mention of one furry enemy)

Over the past couple days, Arwen and I have packed up, cleaned, and moved our belongings from the Perrin's home to our apartment in the white house, as I like to call it. I've really enjoyed house-sitting for them - the extra space was a blessing, cars to drive was a great privilege, and developing my friendship with their chinchilla was a pleasure. However, I won't miss cleaning up the garbage that Zadok, an evil uninvited raccoon, regularly spread across the side yard.

This is Chickles.

He like to hang.

But mostly he just wants a piece of papaya or a rose hip, or a good long chin scratch. How could you resist a face like this? I melt.