Meet the Quokka, the World’s Most Adorable Creature

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Feb. 6 2013 4:15 PM

Everything You Wanted To Know About Quokkas, Courtesy of a Quokka

Am I the world’s most adorable creature?

Quokka, cutest animal ever?

Photo by Georgina Steytler/iStockphoto

Hey guys! I’m a quokka (rhymes with mocha). Though I may seem impossibly adorable, I am a real, naturally occurring phenomenon: a house-cat-sized macropod, which is a type of marsupial, from Western Australia. Maybe you know my fellow macropod friends, the kangaroo and the wallaby?

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Katy Waldman is a Slate staff writer. 

If you do, you’ll know that most of those guys can’t climb trees. But I can. None of us give birth to more than one joey at a time, and then we have to carry them around in our pouches for about half a year. It’s rough. On the other hand, my gestation period is only a month! You’ll find me mostly on the islands off the southwest coast of Australia. I once had family on the mainland, too—but that was before brush clearing, feral pigs, and agricultural development. Until words fail them and they dissolve into cooing puddles of mush, scientists generally describe me as gray-brown, coarse-haired, and stocky, with rounded ears, a broad head, small hindquarters, and a short hairless tail. That small tail helps me hop pretty fast through tunnels I create myself in the undergrowth. (I also get plump, fluffy, smiley, precious, adorbs, and squeeee.)

What else about me? I eat native grasses and wattle leaves. I forage. I am nocturnal. I live in societies of 25 to 150 adults, which are organized around dominant males. (The notion of an aggressive quokka may seem strange to you, but the guy quokkas don’t mind getting territorial about shelter during the summer because its hot outside.) Though I prefer to lodge in woodland stretches, dense shrubbery, and at the edges of swamps, I can survive in habitats that have virtually no fresh water in them, since I absorb most of the moisture I need from my vegetarian diet. (Believe me, friends, it’s all water weight.) Fun fact: I don’t chew my food, instead swallowing it whole and then regurgitating it as a cud. It’s divine. Sometimes I get muscular dystrophy, and scientists use me for medical research. You’re welcome!

Aside from that, I am delicious and not terribly good at fending off predators. Do you want to hear the partial list I just made of animals that like to eat me? It goes: dingoes, dogs, house cats, feral cats, large birds, and foxes!

My range—the amount of territory my pals and I occupy—is quite narrow, and that is partly because I am so easily gobbled up. My friendly, sociable nature makes me an easy target for hungry carnivores. I can’t help it—we didn’t evolve with any natural predators! Quokka populations began to dwindle on the Australian mainland in the 1930s, after European settlers introduced the red fox. The aforementioned habitat degradation—brush clearing, etc.—was really just the nail in the coffin. These days, we don’t get out so much, mostly sticking to Rottnest Island and the neighboring Bald Island. (Have you ever wondered why Rottnest Island is called Rottnest Island? The Dutch explorer Willem de Vlamingh came up with the name Rotte Nest—rat’s nest—in 1696 after stumbling upon one of my ancestors, whom he not-so-graciously described as “a kind of rat as big as a common cat.” Clearly he lacked the capacity for cute-appreciation.) 

A note of caution: You probably don’t want to confuse me with my meaner cousin, the quoll, who lives in Tasmania and New Guinea as well as Australia. He is carnivorous, largely solitary, and frankly a bit evil: I’ll spare you the details of how exactly he pins down and lacerates his prey, but it’s not pretty.

Anyway! You are probably confused as to why a quokka is writing an article for Slate, so let me explain. First off, my pictures are irresistible, and upon seeing them, most of the editors wanted to declare 2013 the Official Year of Quokka Coverage and produce untold numbers of glowing profiles and think pieces gushing over me. But also, in February, a month-long series examines the future of fauna in a post-climate-change world. I am not a critically endangered species, but the International Union for Conservation of Nature currently classifies me as “vulnerable” on their Red List. Due to my restricted range, I am exactly the kind of creature that stands to suffer if harm befalls my tiny habitat.

So read up, keep reusing those green grocery bags, dust off your bike, and leave your thoughts—about quokkas or climate change or the rest of the animal kingdom—in the comments.

Yours in adorbs,

A quokka



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