Isn't he precious?
Laura said she thought he was a handsome mahogany version of Mickey. I have to agree, especially because Mickey does pose like that when he's getting his nose stroked (and for Mick, getting his nose stroked is better than even treats--shocking, I know, but it's true).
Look at the detail on this little bun: the artist even etched pawprints on him!
Just too cool, that's all I can say.
Speaking of Mr. Mick, he is doing well; finished all of his meds as of yesterday. We have a follow-up appointment with the vet tomorrow afternoon. At the moment, he is sitting next to me, being loafy-bun in his big litterbox. This has become our afternoon routine now; while I am on the computer, he sits next to me getting lots of petting, food and the occasional syringe of water or papaya in pineapple juice. That way, I can make sure he's getting enough fluids inside him while still getting things done and he gets all the attention he wants and his afternoon shows on TV (Current faves: the Little League World Series on ESPN, CSI reruns on SpikeTVand Top Chef marathons on Bravo). Later in the evening, he'll get his usual run for exercise (or what passes for exercise in the world of the world's laziest bunneh) and I get the glamourous job of bunny-poop inspector.