Bonnie and Clyde the coons

I have written in the past and on comments of other blogs, of some of the things that this pair has done. While living in our house back in the woods, we acquired them through a friend at the pet store. It was a anything she can't sell she gives to me relationship. So here they are, two little kits left orphaned when mom drowned. They were very young when found, so they imprinted on me. I had to teach them to climb a tree and everything. Well, as they grew older, they went most everywhere with me. I had them vaccinated each year, but never kept them in a cage, they were always free to come and go as needed. As they got older, they worked in a tag team driving me up the wall some days. They loved it in the house and wanted to spend all their time with me there. Some days, I just had to bodily pick them up and toss them out because they were getting into everything, and I mean everything. It was like taking care of 2 year old triplets at full speed. The one thing I had collected since a young girl was china horses and dogs and had displayed them out on the bookcase. They knew they were to never touch them, but sometimes, they just couldn't stand it. This day was one of them, I had just tossed them out for the umteenth time and decided to rest on the couch, with my feet towards the door. When you come into the house, there is a short hallway, then if you go right, there is the couch and at the far end of it, the bookcase. As I was laying there, I heard the front door open and thinking it was hubby paid no attention, MY MISTAKE, guess who. In Clyde runs and grabs my feet and started growling like a little puppy and as I reached down to grab Clyde, Bonnie had beat it to the bookcase and snagged one of my precious china horses and off they took. I swear, you could actually here them laugh as they ran. I had to chase them out the door and across the yard at a high speed to catch them. As I was walking back to the house, I got to thinking, "how did they get in the house when the door handle is so high," so I made it a point to stake it out and watch.
Sure enough, here they came back. We had a wrought iron railing around the house about two feet from the door. Well, Clyde would climb up on it and stretch out as far as possible and Bonnie would climb on him and reach the door handle and grab it and open the door and as the door opened, they would swing their huge butts around and land on the inside of the door. It was a sight to see. We got to where we would lock the screen door to keep them out, or so we thought.
Another day, I had gone into town for a bit and came home and as I walked in, I saw all these little footprints on my new oval braided rug, leading to the kitchen. They had climbed down the fireplace, and since it had no damper, bam, they were in. I found them in the utility room sitting in the middle of a 50 lb. bag of Purina Dog Chow, their favorite food, tossing it all over the room.

Now these two were not afraid of anything or anyone, they were very friendly and would run out and greet visitors as they approached in their cars. They worked as a team and would scramble up our poor unsuspecting visitors and start going through pockets and stealing watches right off their arms, then taking off at a high rate of coon speed. We had many a chase over that trick of theirs. It got to when people wanted to come and visit, they would call first and tell us to lock them away, like where was I going to put them??It sure weeded out some of the people visiting and that wasn't all bad.

Like I had said before, they were scared of nothing, we had coon dogs in a pen and Bonnie and Clyde would go out and perch themselves up on a fence post and torment those poor dogs to death.

More on them later.......