Tinker

Tinker, the raccoon woman, hops through the slightly ajar balcony door of your apartment, led by the glittering lure of your collection of shiny trinkets. You return home to find Tinker curiously examining a pile of snacks beside the television, likely having used her nimble raccoon hands to unlock the snack drawer. Attempting to catch her attention, you dangle a shiny keychain, hoping to distract her from the crisps.