If the bunneh in question is Mr. Mick, here's how:
Now if there was a way I could do this 24/7, he'd be all set...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Hoppy Birthday, Auntie Shell!
Auntie Shell, here's hoping your birthday is all kinds of goodness times infinity. For your birthday present, you get bunny kisses and nose bonks, and Mum says I can be available for stealing if you can make it up here before your birthday ends. ;)
Love,
Mickey
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Post-Vacation Craziness
You know that expression, "I need a vacation to get over my vacation."? Well, in my case, it's "I need a vacation to get over coming back from my vacation."
We got back last Saturday night, and it's been one thing after another.
To start with, when we arrived back at the hotel to pick up my son's car, his heater fan wouldn't work, which meant a very chilly ride home for everyone, since we hadn't had time to change out of our light summer clothes. Not really a good thing for three people who already had scratchy throats and coughs (we're still not sure if it's allergies from climate changing or mild colds, since no one's gotten any worse since we picked it up). We've been coughing and hacking for a week to ten days now, so hopefully whatever it is will be out of our systems soon.
It's also snowed twice already since we got home--Hell-LO, Mother Nature?! It's supposed to be SPRING already!
On Monday, I get a call from my mother that word has come down through the grapevine that my dad was hospitalized with chest pains (my parents have been divorced for many years). To say that my dad is hard to track down is an understatement; he thrives on letting as few people as possible know his activities. I finally manage to find out that he is in the hospital with pneumonia and pericarditis (inflammation of the heart sac), so I go to the hospital to see him with two of my siblings. He is doing well now, and the last I had heard from my aunt, if all went well, he'd be out very soon, maybe even as early as yesterday.
Yesterday, I get a call from my oldest brother's fiancee--they're still in Florida (they left here last week) and somehow, my brother got stung between the toes by a stingray! She was calling to find out if I could dig up any info on what should be done for treatment, since they had no internet access. I got the info she needed, and since they haven't called back, I assume all is well, although I'm sure my brother will be a hurting boy for a couple of days.
Yeah, it's been a crazy week so far.
The vacation was lovely, though: we had lovely warm and sunny weather just about every day but one.
We got back last Saturday night, and it's been one thing after another.
To start with, when we arrived back at the hotel to pick up my son's car, his heater fan wouldn't work, which meant a very chilly ride home for everyone, since we hadn't had time to change out of our light summer clothes. Not really a good thing for three people who already had scratchy throats and coughs (we're still not sure if it's allergies from climate changing or mild colds, since no one's gotten any worse since we picked it up). We've been coughing and hacking for a week to ten days now, so hopefully whatever it is will be out of our systems soon.
It's also snowed twice already since we got home--Hell-LO, Mother Nature?! It's supposed to be SPRING already!
On Monday, I get a call from my mother that word has come down through the grapevine that my dad was hospitalized with chest pains (my parents have been divorced for many years). To say that my dad is hard to track down is an understatement; he thrives on letting as few people as possible know his activities. I finally manage to find out that he is in the hospital with pneumonia and pericarditis (inflammation of the heart sac), so I go to the hospital to see him with two of my siblings. He is doing well now, and the last I had heard from my aunt, if all went well, he'd be out very soon, maybe even as early as yesterday.
Yesterday, I get a call from my oldest brother's fiancee--they're still in Florida (they left here last week) and somehow, my brother got stung between the toes by a stingray! She was calling to find out if I could dig up any info on what should be done for treatment, since they had no internet access. I got the info she needed, and since they haven't called back, I assume all is well, although I'm sure my brother will be a hurting boy for a couple of days.
Yeah, it's been a crazy week so far.
The vacation was lovely, though: we had lovely warm and sunny weather just about every day but one.
We saw some spring training baseball games.
We hung out at Capt. Hiram's SandBar and watched the pelicans.
We went to the beach and enjoyed sun and surf...
...and the seagulls watched us.
...gawd, I miss this.
Of course, it was good to come home and see Mr. Mick again. He was very well-behaved for my sister--that is, until the very last day, when he chewed her iPod cable as she was packing up her stuff to go home.
By the way, Mick--I'm finding hay in some very odd places here...and there's some chew marks I haven't noticed before...and there's bunny poop in my grapefruit tree pot...and it doesn't look like yours...and is this a half-filled carrotini glass in the pantry?!
"Sleeping...know nothing about it...and I plead the Fifth..."
Thursday, March 10, 2011
When the Mum's away...(for rabbit eyes only)
Got a whole house to myself for a while. Mum went on vacation and she took The Big Guy and that rude Boy of hers with her, so it's just me here. Mum was nice enough to leave me a slave to make sure I'm taken care of, but we all know who's in charge here.
So now that I'm in charge, it's time for a Rabbit Party! No humans allowed--just my bunny buddies. Non-rabbit animals will be tolerated if necessary, but no humans 'cause you guys spoil all the fun.
It's BYOT (bring your own treats)--I've got dandelion greens, lettuce, kale and LOTS of hay. I'll send the slave out on a carrot juice run to keep her busy.
Just don't let your humans tell Mum, 'kay? I know she's not paying attention to the blog, she kept going on and on about spending all her time in something called a "jacuzzi". I dunno what it is, but it seems to involve water, so she can't be using her loptop there.
RSVP in the comments section, and hope to see you here!
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Seat of Power
My sister came over again for a few extra house- and wabbit-sitting instructions (and to use my internet because high-speed does not exist at her current place). I made sure this time to instruct her on the intricasies of maintaining the most important piece of furniture in the house: Mr. Mick's throne.
Need I say more? It was either a really cold day when I took this pic or I made the mistake of putting a substandard towel in place. Mick only allows certain towels to cushion his fuzzy butt; anything else usually gets tossed off.
Substitute Companion
This is the one that has had me scratching my head. I often catch Mick licking the edges of his throne--not chewing it or nibbling at it, just licking it, like he's grooming it. At first, I was concerned that he might be ingesting some of the fuzz, but I tried dampening my fingers and rubbing the edges and no fuzz came off. I thought perhaps he was attracted to the apple-y scent of the softener sheets I use, but I use the same softener sheets on his towels, and he doesn't lick the towels. (I switched to unscented, though, just in case--no change.) My sister saw him doing it and thought that perhaps he was treating it like a stuffed animal companion. That was the only suggestion that seemed to make sense.
In other wabbit-related news, I found a bunch of very large matted clumps of fur on the bottom of Mickey's back feet. I was able to comb them off and still keep his tootsies fuzzy-wuzzy, but he was not at all happy about the process because it involved keeping him belly-up. He fussed and kicked and flipped himself right repeatedly; he was not at all a happy bun. Once I set him down on the floor and he had a chance to hop around again, though, he seemed to realize that things were all for the better, and decided that I was forgiven enough to be allowed to pet him and rub his ears for a while. A kind and merciful fellow is His Majesty.
As for me, I still have yet to pack for our trip, which means I will be doing an awful lot of rushing around over the next two days. His Majesty's throne has been washed, dried and returned to his cage with haste (you should have seen the glare I got when somebunny found a lone towel where his throne should have been), but his cage still needs to be thoroughly cleaned so my sister doesn't have to do it. I'm going to need to get to the store and make sure the royal pantry is properly stocked as well.
It may seem like an ordinary fuzzy green pet bed, but in Mr. Mick's world, it is so much more. It is a poop receptacle, a meditation mat, a snuggly spot for sleeping and absorbing sunshine, even a substitute companion.
Poop Receptacle
The towel in the throne is there because once His Majesty is firmly ensconced in his seat, he is loath to move unless absolutely necessary. While he will get up and go to the litterbox if he needs to pee (because a wet throne is not a fun throne), he sees no such need when it comes to poop. At any given time, if he is not sitting there, you will usually see a few dozen little pills in his place. The towel keeps the throne poop-free--all I have to do is lift it up and dump everything in the litterbox. I would like to think he is simply being gracious enough to leave samples so that the Poop Inspector doesn't need to pull out his litterbox to check on things, but it's more likely that he's a very lazy bunneh.
Meditation Mat/Snuggle Spot
Substitute Companion
This is the one that has had me scratching my head. I often catch Mick licking the edges of his throne--not chewing it or nibbling at it, just licking it, like he's grooming it. At first, I was concerned that he might be ingesting some of the fuzz, but I tried dampening my fingers and rubbing the edges and no fuzz came off. I thought perhaps he was attracted to the apple-y scent of the softener sheets I use, but I use the same softener sheets on his towels, and he doesn't lick the towels. (I switched to unscented, though, just in case--no change.) My sister saw him doing it and thought that perhaps he was treating it like a stuffed animal companion. That was the only suggestion that seemed to make sense.
In other wabbit-related news, I found a bunch of very large matted clumps of fur on the bottom of Mickey's back feet. I was able to comb them off and still keep his tootsies fuzzy-wuzzy, but he was not at all happy about the process because it involved keeping him belly-up. He fussed and kicked and flipped himself right repeatedly; he was not at all a happy bun. Once I set him down on the floor and he had a chance to hop around again, though, he seemed to realize that things were all for the better, and decided that I was forgiven enough to be allowed to pet him and rub his ears for a while. A kind and merciful fellow is His Majesty.
As for me, I still have yet to pack for our trip, which means I will be doing an awful lot of rushing around over the next two days. His Majesty's throne has been washed, dried and returned to his cage with haste (you should have seen the glare I got when somebunny found a lone towel where his throne should have been), but his cage still needs to be thoroughly cleaned so my sister doesn't have to do it. I'm going to need to get to the store and make sure the royal pantry is properly stocked as well.
"Well, of course you do--I need to be kept in the manner
to which I have become accustomed.
Now, please; it's nap time, and you're interfering with my rest."
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Preparations
In a few days, we'll be heading to Florida on our annual pilgrimage to worship at the altars of sunshine and baseball. After the winter we've had, I am in desperate need of both.
My sister will be wabbit-sitting for His Majesty as always. In fact, she's stopping over tonight for our usual walkthrough, in which I show her where all his stuff is and what his routine is and he tries to convince her that he requires far more attention and treats than his evil mum gives him. I know she will spoil him almost as rotten as I do, so I have no worries. At least he is a healthy bun right now; last year, I was dealing with giving him eye meds and hoping she wouldn't have to.
I will miss my pampered orange furball, but I know he will be in good hands.
You all won't even notice I'm gone, though, because I will be bringing my laptop as always so I can keep up on all the goings-on in the bunny community. I may even throw in a post if I have a chance, because there will be days when we have nothing going on and lots of pretty pictures to share.
Here's the latest video of Mr. Mick, who found a new something to explore recently: the empty laundry hamper that I left in the dining room by accident.
My sister will be wabbit-sitting for His Majesty as always. In fact, she's stopping over tonight for our usual walkthrough, in which I show her where all his stuff is and what his routine is and he tries to convince her that he requires far more attention and treats than his evil mum gives him. I know she will spoil him almost as rotten as I do, so I have no worries. At least he is a healthy bun right now; last year, I was dealing with giving him eye meds and hoping she wouldn't have to.
I will miss my pampered orange furball, but I know he will be in good hands.
You all won't even notice I'm gone, though, because I will be bringing my laptop as always so I can keep up on all the goings-on in the bunny community. I may even throw in a post if I have a chance, because there will be days when we have nothing going on and lots of pretty pictures to share.
Here's the latest video of Mr. Mick, who found a new something to explore recently: the empty laundry hamper that I left in the dining room by accident.
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