BABY ANIMALS MAKE ME TALK IN GIBBERISH.

THERE ARE BABY RACCOONS OUTSIDE. FIVE OF THEM. THEY ARE SO CUTE, MY HEART IS BURSTING. ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡

EDIT. [cough] Now that I've calmed down from my raccoon-induced euphoria, I can talk about them in a saner manner. ...Or not. XD

But yes! There were five of them, plus their mommy, and the way they were eating from the cat pan I always set out for the strays was adorable. ♥ They all huddled together, reaching out for the cat food while making the cutest chirping sounds ever. (I was squealing inside the house as I was watching them.) Then some of them would stand on their back legs and wobble around like most young animals are prone to doing. (MORE SQUEALING FROM ME.)

And then they all walked in one fuzzy-raccoon-mass to the water bowls where several climbed in like they were taking a bath while the others drank from it. (I'M DEAD, DEAD FROM THE CUTENESS.) Man, I hope they come back tomorrow.

EDIT.2. Here is the one photo I managed to snap of them before I went out-of-my mind crazy. The quality is absolutely shitty since I took it with my camera phone (NO ZOOM) and our window has hurricane shutters and weird tape marks on it that prevent any decent picture taking.



WHY DO I NEVER HAVE MY DIGITAL CAMERA WHEN THIS SORT OF THING HAPPENS.