Rocket Raccoon.

I just moved out of my apartment building about a week ago, and someone I'm going to miss is Rocket. Rocket was a Raccoon that lived in the empty lot next door. He had only started coming around within the last four months or so. I nicknamed him "Rocket the Raccoon" after the comic book character of the same name, because the comic book character is, A. Pretty rad, and B. he's in one of my favorite comic books right now. So, I thought the raccoon should have a cool name, and there's no better compliment than to be named after the most badass Raccoon in the galaxy, right?

I hadn't seen Rocket in about a month, and I was getting a little worried because there were two pitbulls that lived on the other side of the empty lot, but then late at night on the last day I was moving, I saw him again. I was walking back down the alley and my girlfriend was waiting at the gate and I thought there was a cat climbing up the stairs, so I said "there's a cat coming", so she turned around but then she yelled out. When I climbed the stairs and got to the landing she said, "That was not a cat, that was a raccoon". So then I said, "Oh, it's Rocket!"; he was on the other side of the rail down below on the grass in the empty lot and he turned around and looked at us. So then I said Good-bye and waved to him and then we got the last of my stuff and left. I will miss Rocket.