There has never been a finer impression of humans than Rufus at 0:19, slouched on the couch and scratching his butt. nearly brought a tear to my eye. He only needs a beer and a remote, and he’s complete.
As a kid in the 70s, my family used to raise orphaned kangaroos. We’d treat them like pets and take them shopping with us. We’d get disposable nappies, cut a hole for their tail, and put the nappy on (this was to avoid them crapping and peeing at the shopping centre). We’d put a collar and leash on them, and they’d happily hop along with us. Shoppers loved it since we always had a crowd following us, wanting to pet them—and we gave a little education in return about kangaroos. Eventually, they’d grow too big for our home, which caused us to release them into the care of staff at conservation wildlife parks and centres. I remember once visiting a centre where, a couple of years before, I’d released a kangaroo. Imagine how happy and astonished I was when this big buck slowly bounded over and nuzzled into my jumper-he (Jason) remembered me!!
As a kid, I lived outside of Mt.Isa at the local school camp. My dad was the caretaker there. We ended up looking after a kangaroo that had been rescued as a joey and raised in town. He came to us as he’d overgrown the facility in town and we had a lot of space. Over time, he got used to us and would hop along with us when we’d head out for our morning runs. One morning, we were a bit late getting up, and a guy who was staying at the camp as part of a university visit went out for a run before us. The funniest thing I’ve ever seen was seeing him freak out and try to outrun the kangaroo who just thought he was off for his morning run.
