"At about 10 weeks old, Goober had just discovered he could carry his food bowl around and he was really hoping for some extra noms."
Yes, I'll have a bowl of bunnies with extra squee please!
My cat Tori. He refused to admit that he was no longer a kitten, and would insist on sleeping in the most inconvenient of places. Like my fruit bowl.
Raccoons obviously sneaked into your heart in the night and convinced you to vote for them. They're here all week, enjoy!