12 posts tagged “indy bunny”

First Attendant: She's making me want to get her a carrot.
Second Attendant: How can she make you want to get her a carrot?

Here's how.

Indy Bunny: A carrot sure would hit the spot right about now. It sure would. It would really hit the spot. That's what would hit the spot. A carrot. And it's in the cold box. It's right in the cold box. You just open it up and it's right in there. That's where the carrot is. And you go and get it. And it comes up here for the bun. It's in the cold box. All you have to do is open it up and get it. It's right in there. It sure would hit the spot.

[Repeat until effective.]

Every once in a while my fur needs more grooming than I can do by myself. That's when my First Attendant carries me out on the deck and gently grooms off my old furs. Large wisps of my old fluff float away in the breeze and I'm left with a super soft new fur coat. First Attendant says this is tidier and easier than grooming me indoors. This morning while I was receiving my grooming on the deck, we noticed some birds perched on the deck railing. They were watching us intently. They seemed very excited.

"Fluff! Fluff!" said the birds to each other, hopping around and flapping their wings a little.

"You just can't find fluff like that anymore," said one bird.

"It's the good stuff," said another bird.

The birds could hardly wait till my spa session was finished before swooping in, chirping and singing the whole time, to gather up my discarded fluff. They told all their friends, too. Many hours later, birds were still arriving on our deck to look for my old furs. First Attendant saw one bird couple, a mommy and daddy, searching very hard for the fluff they had heard about -- but they were too late, there was nothing left for them.

First Attendant felt bad, so he found a few wisps of fluff around the house and carefully tucked them in the flower pots on the deck, in case the birds came back.

Crom tagged me, so here are my eight things.

1. I have horizontal white stripes across my front foots that just developed earlier this month. My people say they look just like white summer sandals.
2. When I was only a very small beginning bun, I was taken away from my mommy. I was scared and hungry for a long time after that.
3. Today I am a very fierce bun and can defend my food from anyone. When I feel threatened, I assume what my peeps call my Pikachu stance and rorntrl*, "I can take you!" People usually run away after that. But sometimes Daddy picks me up and cuddles me, so then I have to nip him.

3. My friend Her Nibbleness taught me about the reverse ear-pet. My peeps only did regular ear-pets before, but now I sometimes say to Daddy, "Can I have the Nibbles ear pet?"
4. I like it when my peeps fight over me. Once I heard them fighting about the very best way to store my fruit treats for maximum freshness. I liked it so much that I flopped in my bunny bed. My peeps stopped fighting then and started telling me how cute I was. Boo.
5. I can understand lots of what my peeps say to me and to each other, but most of the time I just ignore them. I don't care what they say as long as they're talking about me.

6. I insist on being served first at meal times. Daddy has to wait until I am eating before he can start. Mommy eats last. This is correct bunny petting order.
7. Everyone has a snuggle spot. That's the place where the love comes in easiest. Mine is on my forehead, right above my nose. It's my favorite spot to receive pets.
8. Every bunny has a true bunny name. My peeps call me Indy, but that's just my people name. My true bunny name is Binks for Badness.

*Rorntrl = a peculiar bunny combination of grunt, growl, and oink.

In honor of the first anniversary of the CO contingent's colonization of Vox, I am following the lead of my dear friends Jaypo and Little Miao, and re-posting my first post. Happy anniversary everybun!

From September 8, 2006:

Many of you know that I am a spoiled house rabbit princess. This means I live indoors where I have plenty of toys and treats, and am always comfortable and safe from dogs and owls. I have a small outdoor deck where I take little vacations and sample my salad bar, but mostly my peeps don't like for me to be outside. They say it's dangerous for a small bun like me.

This video was shot during my first ever outdoor hop. My peeps and I were visiting our friends in Arizona who have a big enclosed yard, so we knew I would be safe. But even so, my peeps made me wear a vest and leash! What kind of crummy hop is that? Silly peeps. I showed them, though. Watch and see.

First Attendant: I'm sorry, Indy. We just can't pet you all the time.
Indy Bunny [radiating indignance and disbelief]
First Attendant: It's true. Mommy has to go out every day to look for pellets.
Indy Bunny: But pellets are free.
First Attendant: Not for Mommy.
Indy Bunny: Then she should get her pellets where I get them.

Overheard in the Bunny Lounge:

Second Attendant: Indy! Why do you have to be so bad? What have I done now?
Indy [proudly]: Nothing. I'm just bad.

First Attendant: Indy, you bad bunny!
Indy: Do you mean it?
First Attendant: Yes! You're really bad!
Indy [pensive]: Lately I feel that I've been kind of slipping.

First Attendant [resigned tone]: What a bad bun.
Indy [anxious]: But am I disappointing you right now?

I'm not looking my best today on account of my tummy troubles but it's my special day so I wanted to say hi to all my peeps. Hi!

You can tell it's my special day because my attendants had the Easter things out. They didn't decorate as much as usual because I've been keeping them pretty busy hand-feeding me baby lettuce and fruit-sweetened hay mush from a syringe. I love being pampered like the Bunny Princess that I am.

This is one of the Easter eggs my First Attendant painted this year. He did it specially for my Second Attendant, because this kind of flower grows where she came from.

I think it's only okay for an Easter egg. The Easter egg First Attendant painted for me is much cooler. My Second Attendant was delighted to see my adorable egg shape honored so appropriately on my special day.

As Princess of the Bunny Lounge, however, my job is to note all the imperfections in my attendants' work. It is the only way they will ever learn. For instance, if First Attendant had done a proper job, my Easter egg likeness would not have needed a paper ring stand. Note the lack of proper floofy bunfoots.

Still, I can't deny that in certain ways the resemblance was striking. Ahem.