Same time, same place, much less groggy this evening. He's got to sleep around here somewhere. We gathered in the kitchen, turned the lights off, and watched him bathe. So freaking cute.

Sweet, sweet raccoon. And so little! If he's more than a year old, I'll be surprised.

Laure brought home a bottle of Ryan's Irish Cream (because I just don't *like* Bailey's, which is fine since Ryan's is way more affordable, the way we go through it) and tonight we will get tooted. Have been driving myself sick all day, plotting the ways I would take care of people who would try to do that with one of my animals. We will snuggle ( Read more... )