As a child I had a pet raccon that my Dad found when it was very wee and brought home to me in the breast pocket of his coveralls. Prissy grew enormous and sleek due to her frequent and generous meals and snacks. She mostly stayed in the house with my Mom during the day but was put into a rabbit hutch at night because she wouldn't let us sleep. One night, a very fine-looking suitor arrived at the hutch and began to sing to her in what I'm sure was a lovely voice for a raccoon. He continued his Night Visiting Songs for another week until alas...we awoke one morning to find that they'd eloped.