55 posts tagged “rabbit”
My lowly Second Attendant just heard about a rabbit from Australia who saved her humans from a house fire. So now this rabbit's a hero all over the Internet. I think maybe the rabbit was mostly worried about the pellets and the fruit treats.
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.
My peeps have always dreamed of taking photos like these for a family Christmas card. To them I say, ha HA! I'm a Princess Bun. I don't wear Santa hats. But I could tell that this made my peeps sad, so I graciously let them post these pics from the Blackburn family's photo shoot instead. Some buns do not have the same high standards as me, I guess.
At first the hot sun was a bit too much for me. No, I'm not snuggling First Attendant in this picture. I'm resting and adjusting to the heat.
Even a spoiled Bunny Princess likes to rough it once in a while. I love being out on the deck because it's just like camping, rabbit-princess style: I eat special greens grown just for me, I have a special outdoor bathroom enclosure, and of course, an ice bottle to snuggle up to when I get too hot. And soon the bunny sprouts, cilantro and basil will be big enough for me to eat! Yay!
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.
Someone e-mailed this pic to a coworker of my Second Attendant's, who then e-mailed it to her. We have no idea where it's from. Wonder if it's real or 'shopped?
