12 posts tagged “cute”
How do you pick 2006's one best photo of the world's softest and prettiest (ahem) rabbit princess?
It's tough. For now the nominees are:
What are your resolutions for 2007?
No more road trips, smelly motel rooms, and hot afternoons spent in a cramped bunny carrier while my thoughtless peeps cavort in swamps filled with alligators for whom they imagine I would make a nice little amuse bousch. [disdainful foot flick]
- Instead, 2007 will be a year of constant pets, but nose and head only (I hate it when my peeps pet my backside; they say they forget but I know they do it on purpose because I'm an unusually plush rabbit with excellent bunfeel)
- I will have my litter box freshened every day, sometimes several times a day, if I so choose
- My pellets will be immediately served to me upon request, and as often as I please
- Any inferior pellets, hay, or fruit will be replaced immediately by my attendants upon expression of my displeasure (can't they tell when the pellets have gone stale? I have to do everything!)
- I will have regular helpings of that nice flower water that makes me feel all relaxed and groovy
- I will romp freely in my playroom day and night without supervision
- I will chew, especially high-value items and irreplaceable family heirlooms
- I will receive constant attention, but will not be stared at like an object of entertainment (this is a delicate task, a little like being the perfect butler--my peeps are requiring a great deal of training and patience, but I persevere)
- I will receive access to all hitherto forbidden areas of the Bunny Lounge, including the rooms where my attendants work on their most cherished projects--so I can supervise
- I will be superlatively cute and fluffy
Indignance and consternation reign in the Bunny Lounge today. Yesterday, a grossly impertinent and utterly baseless suggestion was bandied about in these pages regarding Princess Indy's capacity for disapproval. One heretofore respectful guest actually had the temerity to suggest that excellent care (!) from Bunny Lounge attendants (!!) may be responsible for taking the edge off (!!!) Indy's disapproval. There are no words to express the extreme shock and disappointment that have greeted these allegations. Understandably, in the less than 24 hours since the scandalous charges were first aired, the Bunny Lounge has seen additional carpet damage, nipped and boxed ankles, and heightened pellet consumption as Princess Indy vents her righteous displeasure.
There is no doubt that this matter must be addressed immediately. However, it will require some time to collect ourselves and respond to these charges calmly, rationally, and thoroughly. In the meantime, we can assure loyal Bunny Lounge followers that all appropriate steps will be taken to resolve this matter swiftly and to Princess Indy's complete satisfaction. Thank you, and have a good weekend.
~The Bunny Lounge
PS: For no discernible reason whatsover, we leave you also with this pic of a powder puff bunny who has clearly mistaken the bedspread for a sprig of parsley.
All self-respecting buns are dangerously cute--dangerous primarily to vulnerable household objects in their immediate environment.
See, rabbits are generally full of beans. And I'm a true bean bun.
I release my beans by tossing things around, chewing them up, and then
kicking up my heels and hopping all over the place in a frenzy of happy binking when I get caught.
My peeps long ago gave up keeping track of all the things I've destroyed around the house. But I'm proud of my work. Here are a few highlights from my resume:
• my daddy-peep's beloved living room couch
• two or three wooden plant stands
• six or seven houseplants
• two rattan dining chairs
• one floor lamp
• two large kitchen rugs
• 40-60 collectible books and magazines
• wooden baseboards throughout one rented apartment
• plaster wall corners in the dining and living room (tasty)
• four iBook power units
• two large wooden chests
• three heirloom bookcases (too big for me to ruin completely, but now nicely frayed around the edges)
That's all I can think of now. But I'm sure there's plenty more. And as long long as there are beans in this bun, the list will continue to grow.
Poured into my tray, peacefully pondering my own amoeboid nature.
What bunform shall I take next? Will I be a loaf, a henbun, or a sphinx? Will I lounge? With furfoots deployed or without? The possibilities are endless.
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Disclaimer: The following blog post brought to you by Indy's mommy-peep.
Today David Bodavid's list of fave sites got me thinking about my own. Between that and David's kitty cakes tribute to everyone's favorite pancake rabbit, I wasted half the morning either nostalgically clicking around in Oolong and Yuebing's photo archives or fighting the urge to sneak off to Waffle & Steak for a quick short stack.
Oolong and his successor Yuebing are my heroes. I think I re-visit them at least once a month. What I love about their sites:
1. Cutest bunnies anywhere. Period.
2. The photographer adores his subjects, and they clearly love him right back. The chemistry is palpable in every photo (even the ones that are a bit out of focus). In fact the photos are more a record of the relationship between rabbit and human companion than simple portraits of the bunnies themselves.
3. Fluffy "head performance" artists in training!
4. The captions. "Around there is much meal" -- as Yuebing romps in a spring meadow. Priceless.
5. These sweet bunnies actually seem to like being photographed outdoors--they don't run away. If I put Indy down on a snowbank and picked up my camera, she'd be off like a rocket and wouldn't look back. I'd be lucky if she bothered to flick me first and we would never see her again. It's not that Indy doesn't like her home with us; it's just that in her heart she will always be an explorabun. The call of the wild cottontail is too strong.
6. Who doesn't love a sweet rice cake? Who doesn't love a sweet rice cake tenderly positioned on a bunny's forehead? Cute furry animal fetish + yummy food fetish = total bliss.
~ Photos by Oolong and Yuebing's main peep, as posted on the Pancake Rabbit tribute site and on Oolong's home page.
When I adopted my peeps two years ago, I was a slenderbun. I sashayed down the catwalk (bunwalk?) with the best of them. I did multiple Bunny 500's around the living room every night. Then I discovered pellets. And fruit treats. And bits of cereal stuck to my peep's empty breakfast bowls, that I would lick off when they weren't looking. Soon I weighed well over the 2.5 lb limit recommended by my vet for a minibun like me. My medical chart from last year's checkup reads "slightly overweight -- but alert and feisty." The second vet who saw me shook her finger at my mommy-peep and said, "Morbidly obese." Yes, they tried to put me on a diet, but I fought for every pellet. I still do. Damn. Those things are tasty.
These pics are from my early Supermodel period. As you can see, I was a gorgeous rabbit then. But I firmly believe that there is no one standard for bunny beauty. I am very happy to be a plus-size plumperbunny. I think a little extra pudge suits me. And my peeps love me no matter what.
This photo of my good friend Zsa Zsa was taken by Wallace Seawell.
This is the pose most rabbit peeps call the Superman. It is a super-extra-relaxed lounge pose with rump fluffed and both foots sticking straight out behind like chicken drumsticks or pipe cleaners. My peeps get very silly when they see me like this: "Alert! Alert! We haaaaave drumsticks!" I pay no attention, it just encourages them.
