May 28th, 
   Three days ago, on a bright sunny afternoon, I was going to the kitchen to get a drink of water when I heard I thought I heard the catbird. The sound kept coming and coming and coming. Then Eric heard it, and said, "Neat, its the catbird."  I didn't think it was one because it didn't really sound like a bird. It  sounded like this, trillllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll. I have it right here by my head this very minute, but I will not tell you what it is right now.

    Back to the story. I looked out the window and didn't see anything, so I stepped outside. There in the bushes by the house was a baby raccoon. I yelled to Eric that it wasn't a catbird, but a baby raccoon. Anna, Eric, and I ran over to see it. Eric said to run and get a net and gloves, so I did. When I came back, the raccoon was in a tree. Eric said, "We'll wait until he comes down and catch him in the net." So we waited and waited. Then mom came down from Mrs. Kraft's where she was  talking. She ran into the house and got the digital and video cameras and started videotaping the raccoon up in the tree. I took some still pictures of it. Eric was sick and got tired of waiting, so he went inside and left mom, Anna, and me to try and catch it.

    Then mom gave up and left me and Anna to try alone. I told Anna to get one of the great big plastic pipes and a ladder. When she came back I put the ladder at the base of the tree and climbed to the top with the plastic pipe in my hand. I took the pole and reached up to where he was sitting and tapped his hind leg and tail. He kept backing down the tree until he was almost to the ground. Then I put the net under him and took my glove and pushed him into the net. Mom decided to put him in some rabbit cages that were by the garage. Every time we came past the cages or when we tried to feed him or give him water he growled at us. He was very, very ferocious.

   The next day we went to Lake Michigan and had a great day at the beach, as well as a picnic. That night when we came home I put my gloves on and touched him for the first time. The next morning he was even friendlier and I patted him with bare hands. Then I decided to see if I could pick him on and I could.

    The next step was taking him into the house, and here I am in the bedroom telling you about him. I'm happy to say he's asleep under mom's arm as she is helping take down this journal entry for me. Next I will tell you about what he likes to do.