This is CJ the baby screaming hairy armadillo. He and his sister have spent a couple nights under the careful watch of my brother, K, who has had the fun privilege of babysitting the little critters as part of his job at the local zoo.
After the babies' mother rejected them, they fell under the care of the zoo staff who take turns taking them home in their incubator, feeding them formula, and cleaning them when they make poopy.
These little ones, along with all the other creatures at the zoo, are lucky they have K, whose love of animals knows no bounds. He is a veterinary technician, and his gentle spirit and his sixth sense with animals make him perfect for the job.
It has always been clear that K has a gift. Anytime we wanted a pet and went to pick one out (and we had many, so this was often!), whether it was a hamster, a parakeet, a kitten, or a puppy, we would let K's sixth sense guide our decision. He has a magical talent for picking out the most special animal in the bunch - the one with the most personality, the most loving one . . . the best one for our family. He chose Jake, the parakeet that absolutely loved to boogie down to the soundtrack to The Little Mermaid. He chose to adopt Futz, who was abandoned with his siblings, and whose personality fills a room almost as much as Tommy's, a Lhasa Apso who K also picked out from a litter. Whenever we let K choose, the pet becomes the perfect addition to our family.
K's heart is bigger than anyone's I know. All our animals adore him. I've never seen an animal that didn't like him, in fact. Just another of the many reasons to love my brother!
