Mr. Mick's Musings

Hey there, Mickey here. I told Mum that I wanted to do the post for Easter Bunday, and she said that was fine with her.

First off, I want to mention some bunny-blog friends who have recently passed from this world. A fond farewell to my friends Ginny, Freckles and Sugie ; we were never pair-bonded on this earth, but we are bonded in spirit, and I know that you will be there to guide my way when it is my turn to make that journey. Mum and I send lots of love to you and your families.

Next, I want to thank everyone for spreading the word that live rabbits do not make good Easter gifts, but do make wonderful pets for the right people who do the research and learn how to be respectful and loyal bunny-slaves.

On the homefront, I recently had my first outdoor exercise session of the year. We had some warm weather last week, so Mum set up my exercise pen. Here's a couple of videos she shot for the occasion:



Mum says her voice sounds funny because she was still getting over that virus she had. I say it's because she's telling stories about me and the grass--I knew darn well it was edible before, it just wasn't as tasty as this year's grass.



What she should have mentioned is that there were all these nasty birds making noise while we were outside! I kept thumping at them to tell them to shut up, but they just kept on squawking and squawking. Mum was worried that the birds were scaring me, but I wasn't scared, I was ticked off! Stupid birds. Mum said she'd never seen me thump so much in my life. I say those birds had better watch their beaks next time I'm out there.

On another topic, what is it with you people and your litterboxes? I don't care if you watch me when I'm using mine, so why can't I watch you when you're using yours?! The Big Guy just had a fit when I went into the bathroom to say hi and see what he was doing; he made Mum shoo me out! How rude! I should have humped his foot while I was in there.

Uh-oh, Mum's coming at me with that look in her eyes. She's been plucking at my fur a lot lately. She says it's because I'm shedding and she can't stand to see all the little sticking-out bits of fur. I think she just wants my fur for something. Doesn't she get enough of it when she grooms me?

Here she comes--I'm out of here. Happy Easter, everybun, and don't forget to email me--especially if you're a cute and single ladybun.

Nose bonks,
Mickey