I raised a male Coon from 3 days old. Bottle feeding and playing Mommy for it. When it’s eyes opened I was the first thing Zorro saw. We had a Cowdog/Pit/Ridgeback mix and a Doberman also.
Zorro would play with them because they were His Sister and Brother as far as He knew. We had to take the collars off the Dogs to make playtime equal. Zorro would hang on their collar with both hind feet and one front foot and the other front He would Slap the Dogs about the Face.
Also would hang out with Us in the Cattle Tank “Hot Tub/Pool” We had.
He would ride in the Drivers window of the Suburban holding the big outside rear view rectangle mirror with front feet and the window sill with the hind feet at any speed up to about 80 mph and then I’d pull Him in for safety.
When We got to Home Depot He would ride in the basket while I shopped.
One day when He was about 1-1/2 years old, POOF off into the Woods and never came back. I guess the Spirit of the Wild struck.
I miss My Zorro.
Awwww so cute!