And there they are, lazing about without one single care in the world. It is not what I expected to come home to, every evening, for the last few years.
As big as a small mountain lion, Tip languidly licks his long raccoon striped tail only to slowly blink at me from the floor.
“Hello…” I say, but back to grooming he goes. His sweet smaller sister, Crystal is looking out the garden window, chasin...