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..."

And now, a word from Mr. Mick...

"...Humph..."

(What? "humph" is a word!)

Happy, Hoppy Independence Day!

(thanks to Lorna for the picture!)

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?

Still here!

Hi there!

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.

"Hmph...just lazy if you ask me."

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.

 "My adoring fans deserve nothing but the best."

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.

"You just can't get good help these days..."

He's still miffed that I didn't post on his 6th birthday, which was June 20th. He says my failure to chronicle his day of celebration resulted in a loss of potential gifts, although he does want to thank everyone who sent him well-wishes through Facebook. 

"Honestly, my needs are simple.

Servitude and hay cookies--is that too much to ask?"

Thanks much to one and all for being patient with us--we're not gone yet!

Hugs and much love,

Jade and Mr. Mick 

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?"

"Hmph..."

"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...

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...