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Day Fifteen: Favorite Animal

By Anonymous
In a general sense, cats are probably my favorite animal.  I've had them since I was born (literally, there are pictures of cats sleeping in my crib with me), and now that everyone is gone during the day, they are good company.

The octopus is probably my favorite animal otherwise.  They are intelligent and solitary and just awesome all around.  (If you want to see their awesomeness up close, just search "octopus opening jar" or "octopus coconut shell". There's nothing like seeing one change colors as it tries to escape our torches.  When we dive, and when we find one, I would be happy using the rest of my air just watching it.

Markio:
Definitely Raccoons. If you've ever read the story of Rascal, by Sterling North, you know just how cute they can be with sugar lumps and milk jugs, stolen pennies and diamond rings, or hunting for crawfish(: Being a tactile creature myself, I think I like the way Raccoons experience the world around them by touch. If you've ever seen me go into Bed, Bath and Beyond, you know I go straight for the towel racks to find the "softest one". Sometimes I even give off a raccoon-esque trill when I find a particularly good one(:

I think it would be unfair too to list my favorite animal that we have now, Dash the Man Dog(: He's not the brightest, and he bangs into walls and licks you at inopportune moments, and generally he's just goofy, but I think in some ways I sympathize with that too. In the end, he's just friendly and happy and his goofiness comes off as funny, and I love my Man-Dog(:

John - My favorite animal is a tough choice, because I like different animals for different reasons.  I like the rhinoceros because he is big, strong, has cool horns, he can move through anything if he is running fast and he is a cool color - gray.  I am a big fan of raccoons also, as they are cute and when they pick things up, they look like a human being picking things up and holding them.  I also had a fun experience with raccoons on a campout when I was a boy scout.  We had made peach cobbler in a dutch oven, and when it was done we gave some to some raccoons that were wandering around the campsite.  The raccoons would pick up the hot cobbler pieces and try to throw them in their mouths but have to spit them out because they were too hot.  They did this over and over and it was very funny.

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  1. Keri-LynnNovember 17, 2016 at 10:43 AM

    Have you read the awesome article on octopuses in this month's National Geographic? I'm half way through but falling in love with the intelligent octopus as I go.

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    1. LarisaNovember 17, 2016 at 11:50 AM

      I was so excited to see that article! It was the first one I read from that edition;-)

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