I'll never forget the day my mommy and poppy came through the door with what I thought was some new breed of raccoon. Maybe it's an Albino Raccoon. I had no idea they intended to keep the raccoon, until they gathered up a blankey and headed to poppy's office. I couldn't get a close look, but I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. What was I going to do with a raccoon? Don't they bite? Then my mommy tells me I have a new sister. Sister? This is a white and grey raccoon. I am a gifted and beautiful blue cream persian mix (mostly persian) with no time for a sister, let alone a raccoon. Then I saw the tail.