So, I believe I may have mentioned that I have an otter. Yes, I do believe this is an otter. The issue here is that I am NOT set up to rehab these wonderful guys. I have this little girl because, once again, people are stupid. She was taken to a vets office in a large cooler. As usual, there was a fantastic story about how they came to have her. She "just appeared on the porch and would not leave!". Never mind that we do not have otters in the middle of the city. After the staff took her in and secured her in a cage, they came back out to find that the people had disappeared. I have had her for 3 weeks now. I am here to tell you, this otter was raised by people. I believe the truth goes something like this. They found her as a small and very cute pup. They took her home. After she grew large enough to trash their house and do great harm to their bodies, they threw her out. After all, "she is a wild animal. She can make it in the wild". Gotta wonder about that reason. So, when she kept crying on the porch and would not leave, they come up with what they thought would pass as the truth and dumped her at the vets office. I have found that she will not hunt for her food in the pool I have in her cage. I have to give her the fish. She has no idea how to catch the fish in the water. Turns out, otters stay with mom for about 11 months or so. Mom is very diligent about teaching the pups how to fish and find food. I am not as good at being an otter mom as I am a raccoon and fox mom. I will be taking a road trip with Wiskers at the end of the month. 600 miles each way no less. I have found a wonderful place that has one about her age that was also raised by people. They have a great place where she will have a pal and live very well. If, by chance, she does adapt to hunting in the water, they are able to do a release.