News just in…in the past two weeks I’ve taken ownership of a koala. It grips on for dear life 24 hours a day, will shriek in hysterics if I leave the room, move to the other side of the room or put it down. The poor little furry thing has been unwell or it could be the peak (and I mean PEAK!) of separation anxiety. It will not go to Dadda koala either.
This is the look (plus rolling tears) it gives me when I put it down….