We had a fairly quiet New Year's; spent it at home drinking sparkling apple-cranberry juice and watching the ball drop on TV. Mick had his own way of celebrating:
(This was recorded on my cell phone--the "incoming transmission"
was my sister texting me Happy New Year)
The Christmas tree was taken down last week--a very painful process, as Douglas fir needles turn into cactus spikes when they start to dry out. (I will be assisting hubby in the process of picking the tree next Christmas--he brings home beautiful trees, but they are not always decorator-friendly.)
Mr. Mick has his space back now, and I have brought back a few items that had been previously stored away:
His cardboard tunnel (seen on the left) and his basket of toys (none of which have interested him so far)
His FAVORITEST toy of all:
His Bunny IQ treat-hiding toy (which you may remember from here and here).
This is now how we usually find Mick these days:
...patiently waiting for his toy to be filled with Banana Bites and Pumpkin Bites so he can pull off the lids and get his treats.
"Do you notice there's something missing here, Mum? Hmmm?"
I try to mix things up--put a treat in only one space, put the lids on with no treats inside, move the toy to other locations. His Majesty does not appreciate my efforts.
"Do that again and I will poop in your slippers."
Somebunny does not like variety in his routine--unless it means more treats instead of less.