that's rad, man. Friendly strays are probably the closest we're ever gonna get to petting wild racoons.
The other night i was chillin in my kitchen, and I hear something at the side portch door, and I look out, and there's a fuckin racoon looking up at me, pawing at the glass so wantingly. I wanted to let him in and hug him so bad, but he probably woulda bit a hole in my throat and then rummaged through all the food in my house.
that's how they get'cha