We had a raccoon when I was little.
My father the-former-farmboy found her wounded by the side of the road and nursed her back to health. She would cuddle with my mom or dad, and play with the basset hounds (!) Sometimes she would come on car ride.
Eventually she moved to a tree outside the kitchen window, and would startle my mom by pounding on the glass for dog food.
There were 3 small children in the house, and my mother now say, "I must have been insane."
This was all my dad's doing. Over the years he also had a spider monkey, and a snake. In the 1950's and 60's, if your husband brought home a raccoon, you tied on your little apron and fed it.