Sunday, March 31, 2013

Happy Hoppy Easter!

Mr. Mick and I wish everyone and everybun a Happy Hoppy Easter and Joyous Passover (and a Hoppy Bunday for those who don't celebrate either of those). Mr. Mick got two treats for Easter gifts: 3 pots of fresh oat grass and kale in his veggie bowl. His Majesty deemed the oat grass "too much grass, not enough oats", but he was delighted with the kale, as you can see here:

 He was less than impressed with the other part of our Easter day: getting his cage cleaned.

"Really? You thought this was necessary?"


"Well, you did manage to remember the oats..."

"Kale? Mmmmmmm, kale..."

"Well, I suppose I can live with it...but don't expect it to last."

It never does, Mick...never does...

Friday, March 8, 2013

The Petco Post

Hey all, Mickey here.

No, you haven't interrupted me in the middle of me doing anything, this is a picture of me at the local Petco in my unofficial duty as unofficial House Rabbit Connection spokesbun, helping to educate people about rabbits and get some of my fellow buns adopted. Mum and I and our friend Amy were there; they talked to the people and I got petted and fed treats and told how adorable I am. It's a tough job, but somebunny's gotta do it, right?

Here I am with Mum at our little table. Mum made the posters, which have pictures and descriptions of all the HRC buns looking for furever homes.

One of them has already been adopted since we did the event, and hopefully more will follow.

Of course, a lot of people were hoping *I* was available for adopting--and who wouldn't want to bring me home? I'm a superstar.

This is our friend Amy; she loves me, so I let her hold me for a while. She has a bunch of rabbits and some other animals, though, so I couldn't go home and live with her, either. (Not that I'd want to leave my Mum, y'know, but a bun has to consider his options just in case...)

Yep, it was a really good day. I got petted, got treats galore, got all kinds of love from everybody--even the Petco staff came over to say hi and scratch me behind the ears. They're good people, I like them. Mum says maybe we can do this again later in the year as well, so we can get the good word out about rabbits to even more people. I told her as long as I get paid in treats, I'm there.

Now, I have to go and supervise Mum--she's making me some extra hay cookies to make up for the fact that she's abandoning me for a week and a half in order to spend time with The Big Guy and The Boy in that Florida place they like to go to. Sure, I have my Alternate Slave coming to tend to my needs, but it's not exactly the same as traveling to warm places and lounging by the pool and watching baseball, is it? *sigh* I suppose I have to let her go have some fun once in a while--after all, she doesn't get to travel via closet-hopping like I do, she's always stuck at home.

Hmmmm, that reminds me...while she's gone, I can go visit my friends when Alternate Slave isn't around--and there's a certain foo' gerbil that needs to be taught not to insult his rabbit superiors. I think it's time Mr. Freddie learned the story of Little Bunny Foo Foo...the REAL version:

*clears throat, sings*

Little Rabbit Mick-Mick
Hopping through the closet
Scooping up foo' gerbil 
And BOPPING him on the head!

*turns and hops away, mumbling under his breath*

"old as Mickey's breath", my fuzzy butt...