35 posts tagged “indy”
I am thankful that my attendants finally put in a rug to cover the slippy floor in my room. It's about time, too -- no bun can run properly on slippy floor!
The rug is soft and plush, like me. Yay!
I told my peeps to choose a rug that complements my fur. I think they did a good job.
Now that the floor problem has been solved, my next job is to choose the rest of the furniture for the house. I have plenty of catalogs to go through, so I better get started right away.
~ Indy Bunny
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.
Once in a while, my attendants do something completely right.
Here is the new bunnybed that First Attendant made for me. As you can see, it is specially designed to fit me perfectly. It has a soft cushion underneath for my comfort and a rim around the sides so I won't accidentally slip and fall out in the middle of a nice lounge.
First Attendant says my bunnybed is also designed to show off how special and important I am. On either side there are other special things, but the most important one is in the middle.
I like my bunnybed because now I have my very own place in my attendants' lounge-nest. When we all lounge together, it's very companionable. Plus, now I can hop up and supervise them whenever I want.
From my new bunnybed perch, I can see all around the house, which is really nice for a bunny. It makes me feel safe. I can also ask my attendants for pets whenever I want -- and get them!
When I face one way on my new bunnybed, First Attendant has to pet me. When I have received enough pets from him, I turn the other way. That means it's Second Attendant's turn to pet me. Then we start over. It is working out very well.
It's easier to supervise my attendants now that my bunnybed makes me as tall as them.
The bunnybed made fruit treats when it was brand new. I dig at it periodically to see if it will make more.
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.
Must be hand-fed stem first
Or else rejected.
Six brands of pellets
Puny humans keep failing
To satisfy me.
Because my friend Aubrey tagged me.
- Everything I do is cute.
- I have superb bunfeel. (Ultraplush microfiber coat + tender varmint underneath = excellent bunfeel.)
- I look grey in the pictures you see here, but in reality my fur is part grey, part white, and part light brown. (My white tummy part is very private and I only let very special people snuggle me there. )
- I have a remarkable memory. Some people say rabbit memories go back only a week or so, but I remember events that happened over a year ago. (Usually bad ones that I still complain about to my attendants.)
- I think it’s rude when people pet me while I’m eating. Whenever they try, I growl and hop away.
- My attendants think I couldn’t survive on my own in the wild, but they’re wrong. If I were a free bun, I would eat fresh greens all the time and stay safe from foxes and owls because I can run very fast.
- When my attendants come home after a trip, I always box their feet, run away, and sulk for hours before I allow them pet me again.
- When my attendants are disappointed in me, I feel satisfied. It means my work is done.
- On the rare days when I receive all the attention and treats that I deserve, I show my appreciation by flopping conspicuously. I always raise my head and look at my attendants to make sure they noticed. Then I settle back and re-flop.
- I like to supervise. I’m a great supervisor because I know that people always do everything all wrong.
- I am far too soft for this kind of abuse.
It's true. I am a brave and patient rabbit who has endured many hardships. Which book are you?
You've had some truly horrific experiences, especially recently, and you can barely stand to discuss them. While many people are afraid of getting close to you because of this, it has also built a fascination and admiration of you that is hard to rival. You know that things are about to get better soon, but that the trauma will be impossible to forget. You are short, but powerful.
Edit -- Princess Indy Bunny speaks:
It is hard to discuss, but I have already borne so much. Even tonight I had to wait two hours longer than usual for my cage to be cleaned. It was unspeakable. Even my water dish was not fresh because I had soiled it earlier in the day. No amount of fluffiness or superb grooming seems to get me the complete devotion I deserve. It is more than anyone this soft should have to bear.
I have occasionally had to resort to boxing ankles and rorntrling* to discipline my peeps. When this fails I take a generous chunk out of the most expensive leather book binding I can reach, or snip another computer cable in half. Yes, they are afraid of me. My regal bearing and incomparable bunfeel command a mixture of fear and awe.
Someday things will get better. Either my peeps will eventually learn basic service skills or I will obtain glorious freedom. But in any event I know it is my fate to have to brood over the numberless traumas I have endured. I frequently count them while I am relaxing in my new plush bunny bed.
*rorntrl: a peculiar bunny combination of grunt, growl, and oink
