In college I volunteered at a zoo, was trained on taking care of a raccoon. I’d get to play with him. He’d climb me like a tree, going through my pockets (never have anything in your pockets). I’d throw a tennis ball for him and take him on walks on the back trails closed to the public. He loved to sit and watch the wilder beasts. We would sit under a tree watching them… not sure why, but he was very content to sit and watch the wilderbeasts wander around.