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JB    Posted 11-24-2004 at 10:30:50       [Reply]  [No Email]
Cindi's great possum story reminded me of a happening in my childhood, when I was about 6 years old. That was when my 13 year old brother found a pair of tiny hairless baby skunks beside their dead mama, in that long, long ago.

He brought them home and mama's reaction was like you'd expect. My brother, hardheaded and softhearted, preservered, and with an eyedropper and cow's milk, managed to raise one of those little skunks to adulthood.

We were dirt poor, for this was in the '30s, so there was no question of the skunk being deodorized, so we all stepped lightly around Stinky. It worked, as he never sprayed. I can recall coming in and just letting the screen door slam as mama called out, "DON'T SLAM th'door!" with the last almost whispered, for fear of startling the skunk, thereby causing him to go into commando mode!

He never exercised his defense mechanism, tho, and I can only assume he made allowances for the humans who lived with him. Much like a cat or dog, he followed us around, amd slept in a box on the front poarch. Then, after about a year, in the springtime, his hormones awakened, and he commenced going off at sundown, and staying much of the night, sleeping during the day. We worried that someone might mistake him for a wild skunk, and kill him. My mama put it in perspective as she threw up her hands.. "Fer cryin' out loud! Who is going to even SEE that skunk? Our nearest neighbor is over 3 miles away! I doubt his romancin' radius is that far!"

But sure enough, one night Stinky didn't come home, and regardless of time spent searching and calling to him, we never saw him again. By now, we had decided he was too smart to be caught by 'hunters', and felt he had met a beautiful female skunk and had set up housekeeping in some hidden spot. And you know, I still think it was so.

Patria    Posted 11-24-2004 at 15:06:50       [Reply]  [No Email]
Great thread of fine stories..thank you all, and have a great Thanksgiving Day!

screaminghollow    Posted 11-24-2004 at 11:10:52       [Reply]  [No Email]
A lady I worked with a few decades back acquired a pet skunk and a german shepherd puop at the same time. They grew up together and were inseperable. The woman and her family always assumed the skunk had been descented ar birth.
About seven years into this relationship, some neighborhood kids were deviling the sheperd in the family's bak yard, which was surrounded by an old iron fence and low hedge. Well the dog was going nuts with these 12 or 13 yr olds poking a stick at it and hitting it through the fence and over the hedge. Well, "Blossom" just crept slowly along the hedge and raised her tail and pointed. Those boys caught an overfull load of extreme retribution from blossom. Of course the cops got called and the parents complained, and the woman and her husband couldn't help but laugh themselves silly. An elderly neighbor had seen the boys deviling the dog and spoke up about the situation in time to save "Blossom" from being escorted out of town. Blossom died a few years later, and the dog was so despondent that he stopped eating and passed soon after. I understand that there is a stone to the two of them in the backyard in Millersburg, PA, a little town north of Harrisburg.

toolman    Posted 11-24-2004 at 11:15:11       [Reply]  [No Email]
nice story , funny how animals are isn,t it , they bond no matter how different they are.thanks for the story.

toolman    Posted 11-24-2004 at 11:00:08       [Reply]  [No Email]
had a indian buddy that had a baby skunk,he moved into town for work, rented a apartment,lady that owned the apartment didnt, seem to mind his skunk,it grew and everything was fine,one day his baby sat down on it unexpectily,she let loose, what a mess, he moved , cost him a lot of cleaning and new carpet,he took it all in stride kept the skunk moved back to the country, don,t know if he,s still got it or not.

Jimbob    Posted 11-24-2004 at 10:50:10       [Reply]  [No Email]
We had a flying squirrel come down the chimney back in the late '50s. It had soot in its eyes & my dad knew how to wash eyes out with some solution. It made a nice pet & favorite treat was peanut brittle. It stayed around its whole life.

Cindi    Posted 11-24-2004 at 11:04:18       [Reply]  [No Email]
We had a coon named Digger that Fred plucked out of a storm drain back in 1985. He was the sweetest thing. Went everywhere on the dashboard of the truck and loved to climb the great old oak in the front yard but could not get down. I don't know how many times I climbed that dammed tree and dragged him back down. He got into rat poison in a neighbors garage. Bless his heart. He was about ready to abandon us anyway as he was reaching maturity.

Jimbob    Posted 11-24-2004 at 11:47:54       [Reply]  [No Email]
My cat-
It was a terrible ice storm. Ice was pelting the windows & winds were about 30-40 miles per hour. I heard a noise at the front door & opened it.
A tiny kitten runs in across the living room about 20-feet, stops and by its look said- 'what took you so long to answere the door'. Of course, the small kids had large open eyes with their new friend (like a Xmas present).

This tiny pint probally did not have another hour on life left in it out in that terrible storm. It front foot was burnt with some fur missing. The cat was a mess.

It came back to health quickly & we still have Tinkerbell 5 years later.

JB    Posted 11-24-2004 at 12:50:43       [Reply]  [No Email]
Enjoyed all the stories, and it just makes me more thankful for a country upbringing, and the little critters that passed through our lives! Sure makes the memories come alive, to hear the critter tales, and most are connected to people long gone. We have lots to be thankful for.

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