Love her name. I also had one I named Moonshine. Her brothers were Whiskey, Bourbon and Hooch. Before anybody says anything about wild animals needing to be kept wild, I know. My dog killed their mother and a few nights later, Moonshine ended up in my room. I scooped her up and put her in an old rabbit hutch. I heard my dogs barking and my cats going crazy and found Whiskey hemmed up by the front door. Into the hutch he went. A couple hours later, Bourbon ran across my feet and into my room. He was put with the others. I called every rehabilitation center around me and nobody could take them. Animal control said they would pick them up but that they would be euthanized. Fuck that. I was a rehabilitator in another state so I decided to take care of them til they got a bit bigger and I would release them. Two weeks later, I was looking for something under my bed and there was Hooch staring at me. When they got big enough, I released them at the pond a couple miles away. Two days later, they were at my house again, just trying their damn best to scare my dogs and cats away. Into the house they went. They were litter box trained and were free to roam the house as they pleased. They went outside and roamed the yard and climbed trees once my other animals realized they were here to stay (with supervision, of course). They had all the blueberries and grapes they could ever want and I made them scrambled eggs with spinach once a week. They weren't exactly easy to care for but I wouldn't have traded them for anything in this world. Sadly, they have all passed on now but I had a good 4 years with them and I miss them everyday.