Happiness is a lemur …

This dude was totally chilled out.

Getting a back scratch.

As most of you will know, I bloody animals, and will try to stroke them at any opportunity I get. Even if the signs say ‘DON’T FUCKING TOUCH OUR ANIMALS YOU UTTER BELLEND! THEY’LL KILL YOU’.

Well yes, they might, but a number of them bloody love being stroked. Especially the lemur in the picture. There was no way he was going to bite the hand that was giving him such a good back scratch, neck tickle, head massage, and general all-over good feelings.

I sat down by the wire, and this chap casually strolled up, set his back against the wire, and stretch out his arms to grasp it. He then looked at me as if to say ‘Begin’. So I did, and he loved it. Under the armpits, on the back, the chin, ears, top of the head, he was in Lemur heaven. Then my youngest came along and had a go. It was fabulous for all concerned.