5 posts tagged “fluffy”
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
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.
Sometimes my peeps like to hold me up in what they call the Pikachu pose. I really hate it when they do that. You might even say I disapprove. I know my extreme cuteness makes everyone want to snuggle me, but I'm not that kind of rabbit. My round, fluffy white tummy is no one's business but my own!
This is how I look most days while hanging out in my lounge. I call this pose the furloaf. That's because when I am this relaxed I kind of look like a loaf of bread. Only softer.
