tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67068608413842807762024-03-14T14:14:42.277-04:00The Zen of BunMeditating on the inscrutability and capriciousness that is rabbit.
Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-42796922889489723562015-07-01T17:29:00.000-04:002015-07-03T13:20:00.164-04:00The End of the StoryI was so planning on this being good news to report, but as always, somebunny likes to make a liar out of me.<br />
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It's been a busy year and a half since I last posted. If you've followed me on Facebook, you're probably more up to date on his antics, since it's quicker to post a note and a pic there than on here. Mick's teeth never got any better, but they never got much worse. We never did need to have any of those pesky molars removed, thank gawd. Mick's seventh birthday came and went (and more recently, his eighth), and I meant to sit down and write a blog post about both, but there never seemed to be the time.<br />
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Around Thanksgiving 2014, Mick became very ill very fast, and my holiday season was spent running him back and forth to the vet's to try to figure out what was wrong. Turned out it was a three-fold operation; x-rays revealed near-crippling arthritis <i>(so bad that his vet was amazed that he was still able to hop)</i>, bloodwork revealed liver disease <i>(most likely caused by the inflammation brought on by the arthritis), </i>and an ultrasound revealed a thickening in his stomach lining that might or might not have been a tumor. He was put on pain meds for the arthritis, stomach meds for any irritation caused by the pain meds, and sub-q fluids every other day. I learned how to do sub-q, and my kitchen table became Mick's medicine cabinet. It paid off, though; before long, he was bopping about as if nothing had happened; a little slower bop than before, but still bopping about.<br />
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Mornings became post-meds snuggles:<br />
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Evenings were still out-and-about time. His Majesty found a new activity: bossing around his fuzzy rabbit-shaped tunnel beds:<br />
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No idea why he decided they needed bossing around, but he made sure they knew he was in charge every night.<br />
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Last month, we started laser treatments on his hind legs and pelvis in the hopes of improving his mobility and getting him off the pain meds eventually. The treatments seemed to be working; he was starting to explore again, and got himself into mischief on at least one occasion going places he shouldn't.<br />
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Between the treatments and the meds, I was hoping to have a couple more years with him. He made it to his eighth birthday which, considering all his health issues, was no mean feat. I was telling everyone how well he was doing...<br />
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...and then he made a liar out of me again.<br />
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He stopped eating the day after his birthday. His teeth were causing trouble yet again, so they were fixed. His vet said that one had been slightly fractured at some point, and that there might be some infection going on, so he got antibiotics. Even after the antibiotics were done, though, his appetite wasn't what it should be, so he got vitamins and more antibiotics. That seemed to do the trick; he was perkier, eating, getting busy...<br />
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I cleaned his cage this past Monday night. It was still clean the next day. Mick's cage is never clean for more than an hour. He wasn't pooping.<br />
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Today, I brought him to the vet's for one more checkup--and his vet found a small mass on his intestine.<br />
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I had hoped for two more years.<br />
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It was not meant to be.<br />
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Mr. Mick left this world this afternoon. He left peacefully and painlessly, snuggling with his incompetent slave one last time before he departed.<br />
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When his predecessor, the late, great Karnage, died seven years ago, I never thought I would find another rabbit who would fill the large chunk of my heart that he took. I was beyond blessed when Mick came into my life--and now the little bugger's gone and stole all the heart I had left and run off with it. Foo' bunneh.<br />
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There will be another rabbit--I cannot bear to see an empty cage, and I believe that the best way to honor Mick is to give another rabbit a chance at a "furever" home.<br />
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There will never--EVER--be another Mick.<br />
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<b>His Majesty, Mr. Mick</b></div>
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<b>June 20, 2007--July 1, 2015</b></div>
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UPDATE, July 3, 2015: Thank you so much to everyone and everybun who commented on Mick's passing (whether on here or through FB, email, etc.) I have been overwhelmed seeing the impact that my grumpy loveybun had on so many people. Mick was a most special rabbit, to be sure, and I know he would be thrilled to know how many people cared about him.<br />
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Much love to you all,<br />
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<br />Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-80318503618991732822014-01-19T15:20:00.001-05:002014-01-19T15:20:17.624-05:00The tooth and nothing but the toothAs some of you may know, Mr. Mick has ongoing issues with his back teeth; his molars come in at a slight angle, so that they cannot wear properly and irritate his mouth. His Majesty being the uber-sensitive prima donna that he is, he will often show signs of being irritated by his teeth even when they aren't directly irritating his mouth. This means that about every two months, he has to go to the vet's to be sedated and have his molars ground down. It is a simple procedure, but one that requires a good deal of care, especially as Mick gets older; he is six years, seven months old as of tomorrow, so senior bun status is approaching fairly quickly.<br />
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Unfortunately, it's starting to look like some advanced treatment may soon be necessary. Last week, I noticed that Mick's eating habits were off; he was still eating, but he was not eating as much as usual, and he seemed a little more lethargic than normal. <i>(Yes, he was even lazier than a lazy bunneh should be.)</i> It's always hard to tell when Mick is not feeling well as opposed to simply being picky--mainly because he is just so dang picky, but when he started turning up his nose at freshly-baked hay cookies and leaving oats in his dish, I knew something wasn't right. He had an appointment for the following week to get his teeth done, but waiting was definitely not an option, so I called his vet and brought him in this past Thursday. Sure enough, one particularly pesky molar had grown enough to actually cut into his mouth a little. His vet called to let me know the situation, and when I went in to pick him up later that day, she even had a souvenir for me:<br />
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This is a chunk of the offending tooth; normally, the vet is very careful to take off a little bit at a time so that nothing ends up going down Mick's throat and causing problems, but this chunk broke off right from the start.<br />
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That tooth certainly did its share of damage; normally, Mick is eating like a fiend the minute he gets home, but this time, it took an extra day and a lot of coddling to convince him that food wasn't going to hurt him when he ate it. He's back up to speed now, and we've made his next appointment for 7 weeks from now instead of his usual 8 in the hopes of keeping things from getting that bad again.<br />
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Mick's vet says it looks like the tooth is starting to come in at an even lower angle than before, so it's looking like we will need to have it removed. This kind of dental work is not something his vet can do, so I am going to have to start looking for a vet who can do the work and hope that said vet isn't too far away. Wish me luck--looks like we'll need it.<br />
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<br />Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-43386835941458614092014-01-01T03:00:00.000-05:002014-01-01T03:00:43.322-05:00Happy, Hoppy 2014!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Is that camera rolling?<br />
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<i>No, Mick, we're not shooting video today--just taking some pictures. </i><br />
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Hmph...fine, whatever. Let's get this done, I'm overdue for my mid-morning nap.<br />
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Do we still have any readers? You never update this thing as often as you should. <i>*mutters under his breath* ...</i>for all I know, they've moved on to reading foo' cat blogs...<br />
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<i>Message?</i><br />
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Yes, yes, give me a second! Wish them a Happy New Year, of course, and thank them for their patience and understanding with your ineptitiude at maintaining my blog.<br />
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<i>Got it. Any resolutions for the upcoming year?</i><br />
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Just the usual: more treats, and better slave training. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm in need of my nap...<br />
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...hold all my calls, and make sure I have my lunch waiting for me when I wake up.<br />
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<i>Nope, too late--he's out cold. Zero to zzzzzzzzzzz in seconds. </i><br />
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<i>Happy 2014 to everyone and everybun--as Mick likes to put it, may your treat dish always be full and your vet visits few and far-between. We appreciate each and every one of you, even though we haven't been the most regular of bloggers these days. We'll do our best to update a bit more this year. Much love to you all,</i><br />
<i>Jade and Mr. Mick </i>Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-75186058762767167752013-11-11T09:52:00.000-05:002013-11-11T09:52:44.332-05:00The Fine Art of Slave TrainingYesterday, I was late bringing His Majesty his food. As all bunneh slaves know, that is a transgression that cannot be overlooked. As punishment, I was given a thorough snubbing last night.<br />
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The snubbing lasted for about a half-hour or so, since His Majesty is generally a benevolent despot and doesn't like to overdo the punishment. Afterwards, he came over to check on me:</div>
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I may have overdone it, though; I ended up with a big fuzzy puddle of melted bun in my lap. Do you how hard that is to get off your pajamas? </div>
Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-81249183387605764312013-09-23T12:34:00.000-04:002013-09-23T12:34:40.079-04:00To Tide You OverHi all--it's been a crazy month, and it's not getting any less crazy any time soon. I've been doing a lot of stuff for the <a href="http://www.hopline.org/" target="_blank">House Rabbit Connection</a> , and there have been birthdays, appointments, and all kinds of things keeping me hopping lately. Hubby and I will be going to visit The Boy at college the first weekend in October as well, so any major updating will have to take place once we get back.<br />
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Until that happens, though, here's a bit of Mick to tide you over until then. As you can see, he's definitely not being neglected <i>(although he might tell you otherwise, of course...) </i>Enjoy!<br />
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Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-82386152003491925542013-08-14T14:28:00.000-04:002013-08-14T14:28:26.768-04:00A few words from Mr. Mick<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello all, Mickey here.<br />
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Just wanted to personally thank everyone and everybun for all your good thoughts while I was under the weather. I am doing much better now; Mum says I have one more day of medicine after this and then I'll be done--which is a good thing because I'm tired of stuff being stuck in my mouth. Sure, it tastes pretty good, but I'd rather eat a hay cookie.<br />
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Seems there's been a lot of rabbits who haven't been feeling their best lately, so I want to send a shout-out to my buds <a href="http://www.speedyhousebunny.com/" target="_blank">Speedy</a> and <a href="http://rabbitseatquilts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Jensen</a>, and my cousins <a href="http://theraspberryrabbits.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Harrington and Hannah</a> as well--hope you guys are feeling good soon, 'cause I'm overdue for some adventuring and it's no fun adventuring alone <i>(well, unless I have some solo business to do--like munching on wires or something...that is, if I was the type of bun who would munch on wires...which I'm not...that anyone can prove or anything...)</i><br />
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Anyway, just wanted to let all my fans know how I'm doing. Now, I'm overdue for a snack and a nap, so I'll catch up more with you later.<br />
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Nose bonks to one and all,<br />
Mr. MickJadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-59793040112687273382013-08-09T23:46:00.003-04:002013-08-11T03:29:02.850-04:00Guess who's home again?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brought Mr. Mick home this afternoon; he's eating well, and almost completely back to normal. He got his last dose of Cisapride today and has 5 more days of Baytril to go, and hopefully that will take care of it.<br />
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Thanks much to everyone for the well-wishes, good thoughts and prayers. They were very much appreciated. :DJadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-52136082691448261572013-08-07T02:10:00.000-04:002013-08-08T15:01:28.642-04:00Somebunny is not well<br />
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Hi all--Mr. Mick has been diagnosed with pneumonia, and is currently spending the night at the vet's. He had been acting oddly over the past three or four days; he was doing everything he should, just not the way he normally does. He was eating, but not with his usual gusto, and doing a lot of picking at stuff. He was pooping, but poops were smaller and not as well-formed as usual. Even his "sick" behavior wasn't the same; when Mick is not well, he tends to hide and avoid contact--this time, he was parking his but right next to his cage door and wanting to be petted more than fed. Even for a lovey-bun like Mick, this wasn't normal.<br />
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I figured it was his teeth giving him fits, and fortunately, he already had an appointment on the books to get them done, so I called the vet and asked that an exam be added to the usual work. Monday, I brought him in and the vet looked him over; everything appeared normal, but we decided to do some x-rays just in case. His Majesty not only got his teeth done, but also his ears cleaned, his nails trimmed and his butt fur trimmed. The vet said there was one spot on the x-rays that she wasn't sure about so she was sending them out for consult. I brought Mick home, and he tucked into his greens like he hadn't eaten in weeks...and generally snubbed me for the rest of the night. Back to normal, right?<br />
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Not quite.<br />
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His vet called this morning, and let me know the x-ray results: the spot was pneumonia, and it was likely worse than it appeared in the picture. There was also evidence that his gut system was sluggish, likely because of the reduced appetite. She said it was her day off, but that she'd talked to the other vet at the practice (also a rabbit-savvy vet) and everything was set up for treatment for him as soon as I could bring him in. It was agreed that injectable antibiotics were best, so that he could get a stronger dose, so he is getting Baytril by injection, and Cisapride for the gut motility. I didn't realize he would need to spend the night, so I've been a bit of a wreck all day. The last time I brought a rabbit to the vet's for an overnight stay was with Mick's predecessor, Karnage, and Karnage passed away before I could bring him home. This was not the fault of the vet, and I know the two aren't related, but I really don't need to lose another bun without being able to say goodbye properly, and I'm really not ready to lose my Mick. Right now, it's normally his out-and-about time, and it's really strange not to have him bopping about and bugging me for hay cookies.<br />
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I'll be calling his vet first thing in the morning to see how he is, and hopefully I can bring him home tomorrow to continue treatment. Wish us luck.<br />
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<b>UPDATE, 8/7/13: </b><i>Went to visit Mr. Mick at the vet's since his vet wants him to stay one more night--she says the drugs appear to be working, but his appetite still isn't great. I brought him one of his favorite thrones, his pellets and hay, some kale and baby romaine, his hay cookies and some willow leaves. He was all kinds of happy to see me--I got kisses and toothpurrs galore. I did get him to eat some kale and some hay cookies with coaxing (and if you need to coax Mick to eat kale and hay cookies, he's definitely not well), and spent over an hour with him before the vet techs needed the exam room for other patients. It was so hard to leave him there again, but hopefully I will be able to bring him home tomorrow. </i><br />
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<b>UPDATE #2, 8/8/13: </b><i>Called the vet's this morning and spoke to one of the vet techs. She said that Mick is eating well (the food from home definitely did the trick), but it's his vet's day off and she wants him to stay one more night so she can reevaluate him when she's there tomorrow. So glad to hear he's eating, and I'd rather he stay than go home too early and have things head south, but I SO miss my grumpy furball. </i>Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-16406936893875951502013-07-28T23:21:00.000-04:002013-07-28T23:21:11.920-04:00Snuggle Time, and the livin' is easy...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hi there from both of us!<br />
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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.<br />
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Me: What are you doing with Mick?<br />
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Him: I'm bored. This is how bored I am; I'm so bored, I'll even let the rabbit shed on me.<br />
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Me: I didn't hear any commotion. You mean he actually let you pick him up out of his cage?<br />
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Him: Yep. Do I have his feet right?<br />
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Me: Yes. I need to take a picture of this.<br />
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Him: No. No pictures.<br />
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Me: Dang!<br />
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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.<br />
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<i>"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..."</i>Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-10493427974127000682013-07-14T03:47:00.000-04:002013-07-14T03:47:17.364-04:00WARNING: Lethal levels of *SQUEE* detected!<b>WARNING! The following post has been loaded with more <i>*squee*</i> 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. </b><br />
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As you may or may not know, I was recently elected Vice President of the <a href="http://www.hopline.org/" target="_blank">House Rabbit Connection</a>, 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:<br />
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<i>6 days old</i></div>
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<i>"I hear you *squee*-ing out there."</i></div>
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<i>"Is it dinner time yet?"</i></div>
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She and her babies will be available for adoption once the babies are old enough <i>(about 7 or 8 weeks). </i></div>
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<i>"Hmph...I'd better be getting some treats for sharing my blog like this..."</i></div>
Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-82360409328248720342013-07-09T03:15:00.000-04:002013-07-09T03:15:56.742-04:00And now, a word from Mr. Mick...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"...Humph..."</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>(What? "humph" is a word!)</b></span></div>
Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-75062306262554646732013-07-04T18:46:00.001-04:002013-07-04T18:46:12.955-04:00Happy, Hoppy Independence Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>(thanks to <a href="http://rabbitsandfuzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lorna</a> for the picture!)</i></div>
Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-9325476690196240692013-07-03T15:20:00.001-04:002013-07-03T15:20:41.889-04:00Five years in a row!Look at this--posting again so soon?! Good heavens!<br />
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Yes, amazing, isn't it? <a href="http://www.bunspace.com/" target="_blank">Bunspace</a> has decided to help inspire more blogging from us--Mr. Mick has won a spot in their <a href="http://www.bunspace.com/fundraiser/calendarresults?frid=11" target="_blank">2014 Calendar</a>, 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:<br />
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Sums His Majesty up pretty well, don't you think?<br />
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<br />Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-88340260522650217332013-06-30T21:44:00.000-04:002013-06-30T21:44:10.910-04:00Still here!Hi there!<br />
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Yes, we're still here. Things have been very busy for me these many days; either I haven't had the time to post anything or I haven't had enough brain cells to come up with anything to post. I have been lurking for the most part; reading everyone's blogs, but not always commenting on them, so even when I was around, you wouldn't necessarily have known it.<br />
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<i>"Hmph...just lazy if you ask me."</i></div>
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The Boy is home from college for the summer, and has been gracious enough to perform his duties as Official Photographer to His Majesty, so I have a bunch of pictures to share (and a few videos as well), but I may spread them out over many, many days so that I have something to put up even when I don't have time or brain function to post.<br />
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<i>"My adoring fans deserve nothing but the best."</i></div>
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As for Mr. Mick, he has been doing as well as can be expected under the circumstances. His slave is a slacker, his Boy is always harrassing him, and there's never enough hay cookies to satisfy him, but somehow he manages to maintain some dignity despite it all.<br />
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Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-83862697062533845622013-03-31T17:28:00.000-04:002013-03-31T17:30:05.438-04:00Happy Hoppy Easter!Mr. Mick and I wish everyone and everybun a Happy Hoppy Easter and Joyous Passover <i>(and a Hoppy Bunday for those who don't celebrate either of those)</i>. 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:<br />
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He was less than impressed with the other part of our Easter day: getting his cage cleaned.<br />
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It never does, Mick...never does...</div>Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-77311757053872711792013-03-08T01:15:00.000-05:002013-03-08T01:15:16.046-05:00The Petco Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey all, Mickey here.<br />
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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 <a href="http://www.hopline.org/" target="_blank">House Rabbit Connection</a> 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?<br />
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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.<br />
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One of them has already been adopted since we did the event, and hopefully more will follow.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <i>(Not that I'd want to leave my Mum, y'know, but a bun has to consider his options just in case...)</i><br />
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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.<br />
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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? <i>*sigh*</i> 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.<br />
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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 <a href="http://rabbitsandfuzz.blogspot.com/2013/03/gerbil-fiction-party-at-speedys.html" target="_blank">foo' gerbil</a> that needs to be taught not to insult his rabbit superiors. I think it's time Mr. Freddie learned the story of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Little_Bunny_Foo_Foo" target="_blank">Little Bunny Foo Foo</a>...the REAL version:<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><b>"old as Mickey's breath", my fuzzy butt...</b></span>Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-28365576207052610462013-02-27T00:25:00.000-05:002013-02-27T00:25:27.277-05:00Mr. Mick makes some picks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey all, Mickey here.<br />
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It looks like we're a day late and a carrot short around here, as always. It seems yesterday was a special day of sorts; on that day, three years ago, Mum started this foo' blog in order to let everyone know just what a spectacular rabbit I am ...<span style="font-size: xx-small;">and to tell people her rabbit stories and show off her rabbit stuff, but no one really reads all that. </span><br />
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Because of this special day, we had a contest, and Mum was supposed to be announcing the winners of said contest yesterday. As you can see, nothing happened yesterday, and so I am forced as always to take matters into my own paws myself. Mum has no one but herself to blame for this, which is a sad thing, really <i>(Frankly, I would love to blame The Boy for all this, but he's not around.)</i>--she says she had a bit of a mental fogout, just couldn't get anything done on the computer. Of course we all know that's human-speak for "impending senility", but we'll let it slide just this once.<br />
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Apparently I was supposed to choose three winners for this contest by picking slips of paper out of a box or something like that. I told Mum I was doing nothing of the sort; why should I have to go to all that work when I can just get on the computer and use a random number thingie? <i>(Besides, she wasn't giving me nearly enough compensation for the task. A few dozen treats was all I asked for--is that so hard to do?) </i><br />
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Mum finally agreed, and so picks were made; there were 13 people in all who entered the contest, and I personally want to thank everyone who entered. It does my fuzzy heart good to know how much I am loved.<br />
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The winners of our Candle Giveaway are:<br />
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1. Juliet of <a href="http://craftygreenpoet.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Crafty Green Poet</a><br />
2. Friend of the Animals of <a href="http://renorabbits.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Life with Reno Rabbits</a><br />
3. SixBunnies of ... <i>(dangit, SixBunnies, you should have a blog!)</i><br />
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Congratulations! Please email Mum at <a href="mailto:jade@jademyst.com" target="_blank">jade@jademyst.com</a> and let her know your mailing address so she can have your candle shipped to you. Also, please let her know what kind of candle you would like; the ones with the picture of me are Cotton Fields-scented, but there are other scents available as well as unscented--they just don't have my picture on them.<br />
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Now, it's time for my nap, so come back again another time--Mum still has to tell you all about our appearance at Petco this year...assuming she still remembers it...<br />
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<br />Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-12987230006861631432013-02-14T15:41:00.001-05:002013-02-14T15:41:56.283-05:00Hoppy Valentine's Day and a Giveaway!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hoppy Valentine's Day to everyone and everybun from me and Mr. Mick <i>(who says that he is available for hugs, smooches and pets for anyone who doesn't already have a Valentine this year)</i>.<br />
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Hubby and I tend to keep things low-key for Valentine's Day; our gifts to each other usually involve a trip to our local chocolate shop, <a href="http://catherineschocolates.net/" target="_blank">Catherine's Chocolates</a>, for sinfully yummy goodies. Mr. Mick gets goodies year-round, so his treat this year is some particularly nice dill mixed in with his usual baby romaine <i>(the local grocery store had some really good produce for once)</i>.<br />
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Another celebration coming up soon is our blogiversary; as of February 25, we'll have been (hopefully) entertaining you for three years. In honor of this momentous occasion, we are having a giveaway!<br />
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As some of you may know, Mick and I have been very involved with the <a href="http://www.hopline.org/" target="_blank">House Rabbit Connection</a>, which is the MA & CT chapter of the <a href="http://www.rabbit.org/" target="_blank">House Rabbit Society</a>. Recently, HRC has been partnering with <a href="http://www.charitywicks.com/" target="_blank">Charity Wicks</a> to offer candles for sale with a portion of the proceeds to benefit HRC. These candles are soy-based, come in an assortment of scents (including unscented) and have pictures of adorable HRC rabbits who have found homes--and one unofficial HRC spokesbun:<br />
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Yes, that is Mr. Mick in his blue scarf--and his scent is <i>(get this)</i>...Cotton Fields! How funny is that?</div>
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Now, since this is going to be our 3rd blogiversary, it only makes sense that we will be giving away three candles--one to each of three people. The winners will each get to choose what candle they want; you can choose a Mr. Mick candle, or you can choose one of the other scents available <i>(which have other adorable buns on them)</i>. To see the available choices, you can go to the <a href="http://www.charitywicks.com/hrc" target="_blank">HRC Charity Wicks page</a> and check them out. </div>
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To enter the contest, simply leave a comment here, or you can email me at <a href="mailto:jade@jademyst.com" target="_blank">jade@jademyst.com</a> with the subject line "Candle Giveaway" and let me know that you want to enter the giveaway. Mick will be choosing the winners on our blogiversary, February 25, 2013. Good luck, everybun!</div>
Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-67413875262740518342013-02-08T12:19:00.001-05:002013-02-08T12:19:44.865-05:00Battening down the hatches (again)Hey! It's us!<br />
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Yes, we are fine, although Mr. Mick is currently getting icky ointment put in his eyes in the hopes of relieving the mild leakiness that has been going on. I keep telling his vet that all that stuff does is make his fur greasy, but I'm giving it one more shot and then after that, I'm going with some herbal tea washes instead to see if that makes things any better without all the grease. </div>
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He'll be done with the ointment on Monday, which is good because we have another public appearance coming up. If you live in the western MA area, we will be at the Petco in Pittsfield, MA on Sunday, February 17th from 2pm to either 4 or 5pm to spread the good word about rabbits and rabbit care and encourage people to adopt rabbits from shelters and rescues (and to learn about rabbits before adopting them, too). Of course, this is all "weather permitting", since Mother Nature keeps tossing all this stupid snow in our direction. </div>
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<i>and furry thrones to snuggle on, I'm all set."</i></div>
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We're supposed to get well over a foot of the junk over the next 24 hours, which completely messes up our plans for tonight. As long as the power stays on and I have internet, though, I can deal with it. Otherwise, it's gonna get mighty ugly.</div>
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Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-51428764530682223672013-01-06T15:25:00.000-05:002013-01-06T15:25:03.060-05:00(Bunny Fiction) Mr. Mick and The Hangover, Part 2<i>Note from Jade: To read Part 1, you can scroll down one post or just click <a href="http://zenofbun.blogspot.com/2013/01/bunny-fiction-mr-mick-and-hangover-part.html" target="_blank">here</a>. Again, many thanks to <a href="http://rabbitsandfuzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lorna</a> for the inspiration. :D</i><br />
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“Mick! Mick! Calm down, old pal! There has to be an
explanation for this…” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Speedy put a paw out to keep the fuming lop from coming
closer, then suddenly twitched his ears violently. “Ghaaaaa! Stop that, Freddie!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” a tiny voice appeared to come from
the inside of Speedy’s right ear. “I just don’t want to get bopped on the head,
that’s all!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Speedy thumped a hind foot. “Being bopped is the least of
your worries if I accidentally shake you out—I won’t let him hurt you, just come
out of there!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Cautiously, the tiny gerbil came into view, clutching at
Speedy’s ear and looking wide-eyed at Mick. “I swear, I swear, I didn’t do
anything!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I didn’t say you did, you ninny, but something happened last
night and I want to know what it was!” Mick looked at Speedy. “I was fine until
I got to your party last night, then the next thing I know, I’m home with a
splitting headache and I smell like I was used as a gerbil bed!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He pointed up with a paw at Freddie. “And I swear, if you peed on me, I
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“I didn’t! I didn’t!” Freddie squealed. “YOU were the one
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“Whaddaya mean, ‘hugging you’?” Mick shook his head in
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Speedy spoke up. “I’m afraid you did, old chap. In fact, you were also offering ‘pony rides’ at the
top of your lungs. As I recall, you did the Bunny 500 with Freddie here on your back at least three times. ”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now it was Mick’s turn to go all wide-eyed. “What?!
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“You did! You did!” Freddie raced down Speedy’s leg and
stood in front of Mick. “You were hugging us both and saying how much you loved
us and how wunnerful we all were.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He looked at Speedy. “Is ‘wunnerful’ even a word?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Speedy nodded. “It is, but not like that, I think. “ He
looked at Mick. “You did seem to be a few sheets into the wind, Mick. How many
carrotinis did you have last night?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mick paused and thought. “Not all that many, I knew I had
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“No way, I’m always careful about that!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Are you kidding?” Freddie interjected. “Since when does he
not eat?!” He scampered behind Speedy as Mick glared at him. “Well, it’s true!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mick carefully groomed an ear and thought some more. “Of
course I ate—<i>not that much *glaring at
Freddie*</i>—but I did eat. Let’s see, there were the shredded carrots…and the
banana slices…and that lovely kale--where did your Mum get that kale, I need to
get some more of that?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hmmm…there was the salad…and the blueberries…oh, and those
marvelous hay cookies—even better than the ones my Mum makes!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Speedy looked puzzled. “What hay cookies? I didn’t see any,
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“Greedy bun! I only got one!” Freddie squeaked. He looked up
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“No, I didn’t.” Speedy scratched his ear and thought a
moment. “Don’t recall anyone bringing a box of hay cookies, either. A shame, I would have loved to have a nibble,
but I was busy being a proper host and all. ”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, it’s not like anyone had a chance to eat them once Greedy
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ears again as Mick took a swipe at him. “I grabbed one when he wasn’t looking,
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“I did not eat them all!” Mick paused, and for once, had the
grace to look a bit embarrassed. “Well, I did lose track of how many I had…they
were just so very yummy. I wish I knew who brought them.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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kitchen, Freddie clinging to one ear. “Come on, let’s have a look through the
trash.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I have no idea. I think we’re going to need to knock it
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“Do we have to?” Mick sat down and grumbled. “I just got the
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“Do you want to find out what happened or don’t you?
Freddie, you’d better hop off and move back. Go keep an eye out for Mum and Dad
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Freddie hopped down and scampered off. The two rabbits moved
to one side of the wastebasket, and periscoping up and leaning against it,
managed to slowly tip it over. Garbage spilled out across the floor, and Speedy
immediately hopped over and began pawing through it. Mick less-than-enthusiastically
waved a paw delicately over bits and pieces, carefully pushing things aside.
Speedy gave him a scornful look. “Oh, come on—it’s not that bad.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, it is. You may not mind being stinky, but I—wait,
wait! There it is!” Mick pointed at a bright blue metal box corner sticking up out
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Speedy dug it out, grabbed it with his teeth and pulled it
to one side. The box had no lid; inside it was a bit of wax paper sprinkled
with crumbs. He sniffed at it, and recoiled with a sneeze. “Wooo! Are you sure
there were cookies in there? That box smells rummy!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Freddie scampered over to the box. “Yes! Yes! That’s it—ooh,
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Mick shook his head in disgust. “Foo’ gerbil—don’t you know
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Freddie ignored him and kept licking at the paper until
every crumb was gone. “You’re just jealous that I got the last of it.” He
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Speedy inspected the box. “I don’t see any markings on it, and
that awful smell is hiding any scents so I don’t know who brought it, but it
certainly stinks like rum. You didn’t smell that when you were eating them?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mick shook his head. “Nope, but then again my nose isn’t as
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“Your nose isn’t all that good even when you haven’t!”
squeaked Freddie. He stuck his tongue out at Mick, then bounced in and out
between Speedy’s paws as Mick’s eyes narrowed at him. “Nyah, nyah, nyah—try to
catch me, ya fat puffball!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Speedy looked down in amusement at Freddie. “I say, you’ve
gotten rather bold all of a sudden. Are you alright?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Never better! Come on, fat boy, what are ya waitin’ for?!”
Freddie danced back-and-forth, back-and-forth, his tail whipping about as he inched closer and closer to
Mick’s fluffy front paws, darting in to tag them lightly every so often, then dropping back to dance some more. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Mick looked down at the bouncing gerbil, then at Speedy,
then down at Freddie again. With one quick paw swipe, he launched Freddie up
into the air. As the gerbil came down, Mick swatted him again, sending Freddie
into the now-half-empty trash bin. He looked at Speedy. “You have to admit, he
asked for it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Well, yes, but you didn’t have to give it to him.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“He’ll be fine, it’s soft garbage in there.” Mick pointed
with a paw. “See, he found the banana peels. He’s fine.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Speedy sighed. “Yes, but we’re going to have to dig him out
and send him home to Lorna, y’know.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Crap, forgot about that.” Mick hopped over to the edge of
the bin and carefully peeked his head in. “Get yourself out here, foo’ gerbil, and I hope you learned your
lesson.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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There was nothing but silence in response. Speedy’s brow
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Suddenly the faint sound of snoring came from the trash bin.
Speedy shook his head. “Those must have been some powerful cookies if the
crumbs could do that to him. Come to think of it, he was a little wilder than
usual last night as well…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Foo’ gerbil just can’t hold his rum, that’s all.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mick snorted. “I had far more of those cookies than he did; of
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"About a half-dozen, but you're lucky; they all left after you started hugging them, they didn't get the entire show. Nothing for you to worry about."</div>
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Mick shook his head and pretended to look
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Mick ignored him. “—and since there’s nothing to tell us who
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"Fine." Speedy reached his head into the garbage bin, carefully pulled
out the still-snoozing Freddie by the scruff with his teeth and set him down
next to Mick. “You’ll have to see him home while I clean this up. It's the least you could do, after all.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He carefully picked up the gerbil, nose twitching at the
smell, and mumbled <i>(with his mouth full
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“ ‘Sa goo fing he smell like ‘nanas now…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>“Did I get the
pictures you wanted?”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>The Boy nodded as he
scrolled through the images on his camera; Mick hugging Speedy, Mick hopping
headfirst into a closet door, Mick sitting in a salad bowl with a large lettuce
leaf on his head, Mick running around the room with Freddie on his back, Mick
hugging Freddie.<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“Yes, they’re perfect.
Thanks for your help—I couldn’t have pulled this off without you. You’re sure
none of them saw you?”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“I’m sure. I have my
ways of staying out of sight, even from rabbits.” <o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i>“How much do I owe
you?”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<i><a href="http://rabbitsandfuzz.blogspot.com/2012/10/bunny-stories-doctor-who-fanfic-who.html" target="_blank">The Doctor</a> grinned. “Oh,
please, it was my pleasure—after what that orange furball did to my TARDIS after <a href="http://rabbitsandfuzz.blogspot.com/2012/12/bunny-silliness-doctor-has-spoken.html" target="_blank">the last time we met</a>, it was the least I could do.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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camera. “So what do you plan on doing
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wickedly. “Let’s just say that somebunny is going to have a big surprise the
next time he checks out his Bunspace page.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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young man.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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The End…?<o:p></o:p></div>
Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-41231769203506640282013-01-01T16:48:00.000-05:002013-01-01T16:48:21.431-05:00(Bunny Fiction) Mr. Mick and The Hangover, Part 1<i>Note from Jade: A Happy Hoppy New Year to everyone and everybun! The following is inspired by our friend <a href="http://rabbitsandfuzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lorna's</a> tales of Mick's misadventures--and a FB convo with her Viking friend Kim along those lines...</i><br />
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Mr. Mick slowly woke and shook his head, then winced in
pain. His mum had spoken of “headaches” before, but he had never experienced
one until just now. It was as unpleasant as she had described; every movement was
like somebunny was thumping on his brain--even his ears ached from base to tip.
He carefully got to his feet and looked around; his cage was in its usual state
of disarray, there were some leftover pellets in his dish and a few strands of
hay in his water bowl—nothing that would indicate anything out of the ordinary.
He sniffed the air, then wrinkled his nose and sneezed. What was that smell?!
He sniffed again…if his head wasn’t hurting so much, he thought, he’d know it
by now…was that a hint of—<i>sunflower seed</i>?! Mick's eyes went wide, and he practically squeaked in indignation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I have no idea.” said his Mum. “Did you go getting yourself
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“Noooo…” Mick replied slowly <i>(partly because he just might have been—he wasn’t quite sure—but mainly
because it hurt too much to talk)</i>. He nibbled at the New Year’s treat oats
Mum offered by hand to him, thinking perhaps a full belly would clear his head. Despite the pounding of his bunny skull, he tried to remember the events of the night before. He <i>had</i> gone out closet-hopping after Mum had gone to bed, that much he
remembered. He had gone to <a href="http://theraspberryrabbits.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Auntie Shell’s</a> first to visit Harrington and Hannah, then made quick stops to see <a href="http://lavenderrabbitstudio.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">the Lavender Rabbits</a> and the <a href="http://rabidtidbits.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">OK Corral </a> on his way to the West Coast to say hi to the <a href="http://theraspberryrabbits.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Houseful of Rabbits</a>, <a href="http://roadbunner.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Mario</a> and <a href="http://clovieboy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Clovie</a> and have a cup of
herbal tea with the <a href="http://theqipapers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">4Buns + 1</a> at the Bun Zen Center…then it was across the big
water to wish <a href="http://dragonhouseofyuen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Wesley</a> and <a href="http://bunnyboys.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Buttons</a> a Hoppy New Year before he made his way to
<a href="http://speedyhousebunny.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Speedy’s</a>…<i>and that's where it becomes a little fuzzy</i>, he thought . He knew he had planned to go see
Lorna, his furry bunmother, perhaps sneak some cuddles and a few
blueberries, and have a word with <a href="http://rabbitsandfuzz.blogspot.com/2012/12/gerbil-pov-freddie-squeaks-er-speaks.html" target="_blank">Freddie the foo' gerbil</a> about <i>"things not to say to Mick's Mum if he didn't want Mick to play 'Little Bunny Foo Foo' with him"</i> before going home. From the smell of things, he
had obviously gotten there, but he had no idea
what had happened while he was there…nor had any clue how it was that he came
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Mick’s nose wrinkled, and he sneezed and shuddered again. He
gave himself a long wash, then rolled in his hay pile until he felt somewhat
more himself. Mum had cleaned and filled his bowls, so he had some lunch—and a
LOT of water—then laid down for a nap. When his head felt better, he would get
to the bottom of this…and somebunny (or gerbil) was going to pay…<o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>To Be Continued...</i></div>
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Thanks ever so much to everyone and everybun for the birthday wishes--they were so very much appreciated. I had a lovely 50th birthday...at least until the end of the night, when it turned out that hubby had one last gift for me: his cold. Fortunately, I only had one week of misery, while hubby had almost three. We're both fine now except for the occasional coughing bout, but it did put me even further behind in my projects than before <i>(after all, the last thing I need to do is include a dose of the plague in with my cards and blankets)</i>.</div>
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I was planning to do a humongous calendar giveaway for Christmas this year similar to what I did last year, because Mr. Mick is not only appearing <i>twice</i> in the <a href="http://www.bunspace.com/" target="_blank">Bunspace</a> calendar for 2013, but he is also in the <a href="http://www.hopline.org/" target="_blank">House Rabbit Connection</a> calendar for 2013. All I can say is that there is a slight change in plans, but I will say that if you would like one of Mick's holiday cards <i>(and I don't already have your mailing address)</i>, please email me at <a href="mailto:jade@jademyst.com" target="_blank">jade@jademyst.com</a> and let me know ASAP. First come, first served and all that. </div>
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As for His Majesty, he has been trying <i>(and failing)</i> to stay off of Santa Paws' naughty list as usual. He gave himself quite the scare last night while attempting to help himself to his container of hay cookies on my computer desk. I was sitting at the computer typing up an invoice, while Mick was perched on his footstool next to my chair. Suddenly, there was a scrambling, wriggling ball of orange fur half in my lap and half on my keyboard! Mick had jumped up from the footstool and semi-landed in my lap somehow <i>(quite a feat for a middle-aged bun of excessive...fluff) </i>and was simultaneously freaking out over his accidental accomplishment and trying to escape back to his footstool, while I was trying to scoop him up and get him secured against my chest so he would neither fall to the ground nor accidentally hurt himself with all his flinging himself around. Finally, I got him against my shoulder <i>(thank gawd my chair had a high back, I think he would have leaped off my shoulder in his panic) </i>and got him calmed down. He was wide-eyed and breathing hard, but otherwise fine, so I began stroking his nose and giving him a massage until he was settled down and toothpurring. Once I was sure he was calm again, I gave him a cookie and set him back down again and he went bopping off as if nothing had happened, but I'm sure he's not going to try that stunt again. Foo' wabbit. </div>
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I must sign off now--if by some chance I do not get around to posting again before the 25th, I want to wish everyone and everybun a joyous holiday season: Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Festivus, and Happy Holidays from me and Mr. Mick!</div>
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<br />Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-66903933306952946122012-11-28T14:38:00.001-05:002012-11-28T14:38:49.933-05:00Wanted: Publicist...because this one's just not doing her job.<br />
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Hey all, Mickey here.<br />
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Honestly, for a human who spends so much time on the computer, you'd think Mum would be able to take a few minutes to update this thing--but no, I'm stuck having to sit here and type it all myself. Mum's new touchscreen computer doesn't make it any easier, either--do you know how hard it is to slap a screen and hit the right letter when you have fuzzy bunny paws?<br />
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It has been one rough couple of weeks, let me tell you. First off, I had to put up with The Boy being home last week. Fortunately, he wasn't as much trouble as he usually is; Mum kept him too busy installing the new computer for him to bother me, and he did manage to pet me a few times, but he's still a pain in the butt. I tried to help him with the computer <i>(since he's a foo' human and doesn't know about these things)</i>, but he just kept shooing me away. I should have pooped in his shoes, but he hid them on me. Good thing he didn't stay very long. Mum says he's going to be back next month for something called "winter break", though, and that he'll be around a while longer. I'm going to have to make some plans...<br />
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There were a bunch of Mum's family here for that Thanksgiving thing you humans do--not that they paid much attention to me, they were way too busy eating and making noise. Mum did give me a nice fat baby carrot as a holiday treat, though. I would have liked to have more, but she said I couldn't because of my digestion issues. I said the only digestion issue I have is not getting more good stuff to digest.<br />
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To top all this off, Mum went and rearranged my lounge area. She said she had to clear the dining room out because of the company coming <i>(she insists on calling it "the dining room" for some reason), </i>but that is no excuse for moving my stuff around! She's even rearranged my footstools under the computer desk so I can only use one of them, and insists on using the other one herself! The nerve. I thumped at her repeatedly, but she refused to listen. Honestly, you just can't find good slaves these days.<br />
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I will credit Mum for one thing, though; she does make sure to keep plenty of hay cookies in stock for me. She made a batch late the other night so I would have something to nibble on. She even lets me lick the spoon once she's made them:<br />
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Tomorrow is her birthday, so I have graciously allowed her the day off to go shopping and buy herself some nice things <i>(as long as she makes it back home in time to feed me, that is). </i>I figure if I do something nice for her, she'll have to do something nice for me, like maybe give me another baby carrot or something.<br />
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Speaking of gifts, I got a really nice Christmas card from my pal <a href="http://speedyhousebunny.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Speedy</a> and his mum. Thanks, guys! Mum will be sending out my Christmas cards soon, too--along with a few gifts as well...<br />
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Ok, my paws are getting tired and I am way overdue for my pre-lunch nap. Hopefully Mum will see this and get the hint, so you'll see some more posts soon. Later!Jadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16128296251117227112noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6706860841384280776.post-51441136513219407982012-10-28T17:36:00.000-04:002012-10-28T17:36:23.603-04:00Picking up the slack...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hey all, Mickey here.</div>
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Time for me to save Mum's slacker butt again--honestly, is it all that hard to keep people informed as to what I'm doing? I swear, if it wasn't for the fact that she's been <a href="http://hopline.org/" target="_blank">helping other rabbits find homes</a>, I'd find myself a new slave in a heartbeat. </div>
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Let's see, what's been going on here? Well, a couple of weeks ago, Mum and The Big Guy left me with the Alternate Slave while they went to visit The Boy off at college. Of course, I had to put Alternate Slave through her paces right off the bat--I snuck into Mum's room when AS left the door open and hid where she couldn't find me. She was smart, though; she got out the oats and we negotiated a truce. After that, we were just fine.</div>
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Fortunately, Mum didn't bring The Boy home with her when she came back, although she says he'll be coming home in three weeks for the Thanksgiving weekend <i>(and for this I'm supposed to be "giving thanks"? Feh, I'll poop in his travel bag.)</i>. </div>
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Otherwise, it's been quiet...well, quiet for me, anyway. Mum's been running around like a bunneh doing the 500--always chasing her tail. I don't mind as long as she feeds me on time. </div>
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While Mum's been distracted, I've been busy visiting my pal <a href="http://speedyhousebunny.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Speedy</a> and having fun. You can read about some of our adventures on my furry godmother <a href="http://rabbitsandfuzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lorna's blog</a>. I miss having adventures with my old friend <a href="http://rabbitseatquilts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Weasley</a> since he crossed the Bridge, but Speedy's a great pal and I know I'll see Weasley again someday. Knowing Weasley, he's already recruited Ginny, <a href="http://thebunnylounge.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Hef</a>, <a href="http://bunnyboys.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Bella</a> and all the other Bridge buns for wild and crazy adventures. </div>
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Speaking of Speedy, he was nice enough to nominate me for some Super Sweet Blogging Award--personally, I'm guessing it's some kind of prank, as there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING "super sweet" about me <i>(I can hear you laughing, Mum--stop it!)</i>, but I will be a good sport and play the game. </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;">1: Cookies or cake?</b><span style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;"> <i>Mum says both. I say both, too--banana hay cookies and banana hay cupcakes.</i></span><br style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;" /><b style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;">2: Chocolate or Vanilla?</b><span style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;"> <i>Mum says chocolate, I say banana.</i> </span><br style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;" /><b style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;">3:Favourite sweet treat?</b><span style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;"> <i>Need you ask? Banana-flavored anything.</i> </span><br style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;" /><b style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;">4: When do you crave sweet things? </b><span style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;"><i>When DON'T I crave sweet things?</i></span><br style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;" /><b style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;">5: If you had a sweet nickname, what would it be?</b><span style="background-color: #ecefff; line-height: 18px;"> <i>I don't have a sweet nickname because I'M NOT SWEET, but Mum calls me Mr. Mick, Foo' Wabbit and His Majesty.</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Now I'm supposed to nominate somebunny as well. Okay, here goes:</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">My furry godmother, Lorna, at <a href="http://rabbitsandfuzz.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Fuzzy Creatures</a></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">My beloved Auntie Shell (and cousins Harrington and Hannah) at <a href="http://theraspberryrabbits.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Raspberry Rabbits</a></span></div>
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The Lavender Rabbits (and their mum) at <a href="http://lavenderrabbitstudio.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Lavender Rabbit Hoppenings</a></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">4Buns +1 (and their mum) at <a href="http://theqipapers.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Qi Papers</a></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Weasley's mum at <a href="http://rabbitseatquilts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Rabbits Eat Quilts</a></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">and Wesley and his mum and all the hares at <a href="http://dragonhouseofyuen.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Leveret's Nest</a> </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Again, I am NOT a "super sweet" bun--I am a cunning and wily rabbit who only pretends to be cute and cuddly so he can achieve his goal of world domination!</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Honestly, does this look like a "super sweet" rabbit to you?!</span></div>
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<i>*sigh* </i>Never mind, just take my word for it--okay?</div>
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Oh, one last thing; there's supposed to be a stupid hurricane headed this way. Mum has made sure that I have plenty of food, hay and water just in case, so don't worry about me. She made sure that The Boy is going to be safe and sound at school, too <i>(he's going to get the storm before we do, so I suppose there's some comfort in that). </i>Mum and I will be thinking good thoughts for my fellow rabbits and their humans who will be dealing with this as well. Hopefully, everyone and everybun will get through this safe and sound.</div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Words to live by, people. See you later!</span></div>
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