Sunday, July 28, 2013

Snuggle Time, and the livin' is easy...

Hi there from both of us!

It was a very snuggly night last night. We had just come home from dinner a short time before, and I was sitting at the computer planning on a long night of doing nothing, when The Boy appeared in the doorway...and he was holding a familiar orange puffball.

Me: What are you doing with Mick?

Him: I'm bored. This is how bored I am; I'm so bored, I'll even let the rabbit shed on me.

Me: I didn't hear any commotion. You mean he actually let you pick him up out of his cage?

Him: Yep. Do I have his feet right?

Me: Yes. I need to take a picture of this.

Him: No. No pictures.

Me: Dang!

Apparently His Majesty was caught completely off-guard by this maneuver, and was sitting completely still in my son's arms, a very confused look on his face. I made sure he was being held properly, and then went to change into an old shirt in case things changed. Sure enough, after a while, Mick started to fidget a little and The Boy got bored with holding him, so I took over and brought Mick into the living room so I could sit down on the couch and watch boxing. His Majesty promptly snuggled up against my neck and fell asleep, waking up for brief moments to reassure me that he was not at all sleepy with a few kisses and toothpurrs before falling asleep again. The Boy took some pictures of us for me, and this was the best of the bunch. All in all, Mick spent a little over three hours parked on my chest getting pets, ear massages, butt-scritchings and tummy rubs, and I got toothpurrs, kisses and a fur coating from neck to navel in return. Didn't even have to bribe him with a hay cookie, either.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

A few words from Mr. Mick

"Just to let you know, Mum was going to post some more pictures of those foo' babies, but I knew you humans wouldn't be able to handle it. Honestly, there was so much *squee*-ing going on the last time, I couldn't eat my hay cookies in peace. Therefore, I have deleted them. Maybe if you can contain yourselves, I'll let her post them at a later date. Honestly, foo' humans...always fussing about after silly babies when there's perfectly cute rabbits of *ahem* slightly more advanced years being ignored...and unloved...and maybe if there were treats in this tin, said rabbits might feel somewhat better about themselves...Just a thought..."

Sunday, July 14, 2013

WARNING: Lethal levels of *SQUEE* detected!

WARNING! The following post has been loaded with more *squee* than humans should be allowed. Please take the necessary precautions--failure to do so may result in fainting, brain explosions, and melting into a puddle of goo. You have been warned. 

As you may or may not know, I was recently elected Vice President of the House Rabbit Connection, and part of the reason I haven't been able to blog so much is because I've been doing my part to help find homes for rescued rabbits. In late June, one of the rabbits that HRC took in turned out to be pregnant, and on June 30, she brought 5 adorable little kits into the world. I figured you'd all enjoy a look at them:

3 days old

6 days old
"Excuse me?! Trying to sleep here!"

9 days old

"Pssssst...we're making a break for it after naptime. Pass it on..."

First eyes open--9 days old

12 days old

13 days old
"I hear you *squee*-ing out there."
"Is it dinner time yet?"

This is mama Grace. 

She and her babies will be available for adoption once the babies are old enough (about 7 or 8 weeks). 

"Hmph...I'd better be getting some treats for sharing my blog like this..."

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Five years in a row!

Look at this--posting again so soon?! Good heavens!

Yes, amazing, isn't it? Bunspace has decided to help inspire more blogging from us--Mr. Mick has won a spot in their 2014 Calendar, which benefits the House Rabbit Society. This is the fifth year that he's been chosen, so we are all kinds of thrilled as always. This is his winning picture:

Sums His Majesty up pretty well, don't you think?