The thing is…I have a really really overwhelming desire to hug animals.
All of them.
A basket of sea otters.
A box full of baby chickens.
A bag overflowing with super soft squishy rabbits.
Even an armful of turtles.
I’m like the crazy youtube cat girl who wants to hug all the cats in the world…except that her video was fake and I’m not batshit crazy.
I just like creatures.
My new London buddy “M” apparently wanted to crawl into my heart as quickly as possible, because she took me to Vauxhall City Farm today and spent several HOURS squeeing about animals with me.
There was so much squeeing.
Meet Misty. She is very tolerant.
Misty made my “I simply must hug a bunny today or I will die” dreams come true.
This might be the most unattractive photo of myself that I have ever willingly posted on the internet for all to see, but it’s important that you understand how much I wanted to hug that damn rabbit.
And then snuggle him…
And then sway with him while snuggling him (yes, like a 3 year old).
Like this three year old.
But dude, seriously. CHECK OUT THOSE FEET!
If Misty didn’t hop around in her own poop all day I would want to put it in my mouth.
So, I settled for kissing her (notice her bun-riffic disapproval).
But I wasn’t the only one requiring rabbit-cuddles.
M fell in love too.
And then I got crazy with the close-ups.
LOOK AT ITS FACE! GAHHHHHH! KATIE ARE YOU SEEING THIS!? IS YOUR HEART EXPLODING?
And then Misty started giving me the side-eye and we knew that her tolerance bucket was full and we kindly returned her to her happy play area.
And then there was this guy.
We didn’t get to hang out with him though because he was busy being chubby and sleepy the entire time.
Okay! So onto the chickens!
This guy was cool.
This guy was kind of a jerk and bit me (but I had my camera in his face so I suppose I might have had it coming).
This guy had some sort of shrunken head syndrome action going on because the proportions just don’t add up.
Mother Nature is hysterical.
Ohhhhh, and I maybe hugged some chickens too.
We had a little moment.
I definitely like petting them more than eating them.
Again, I must point out that I was NOT alone in my chasing around of chickens shenanigans.
This gentleman was totally doing it too!
See? Wasn’t the only one. Just saying.
So this brings us to these ridiculous fuzzy creatures of absolute hilarity.
Look. At. THAT. HAIR.
It’s just breathtakingly comical.
Hello. I’m an Alpaca. I’m cooler than anything else that exists.
JUST BE MY FRAND!
And maybe YOU don’t get excited by cows, but I can barely keep it together.
Even though they are majorly sassy…
They are still SO darling and soft and I want to pet them.
I even want to pet this fellow…
And this one giving me the duck stink eye…
And how do you hug a goat you ask?
Gently take hold of his horns…
Guide him ever so sweetly into your loving embrace…
And then wrap your arms squarely around his big goat head and SQUEEZE!
I know, I know. Seek help immediately.
Well kids, this is just who I am.
I leave you with bunny ears.