One Thousand Four Hundred and Seventy Raisins

This month, I have been in The Family Room for two years.

Ankles gives me two raisins every day.

That comes out to a lot of raisins.

I have had lots of pets too.

I have destroyed a pair of shoes, two phone books, a novel, some willow balls.

Two and a half brooms, a corner of the sofa.

I bit an Evil Stepsister on the tail(not the nice one).

It's been a productive/destructive couple of years.

Today, I celebrated by jumping over Ankles' body while she was flopped on the floor.

There goes the neighborhood!

Amelia says:
"What a dump!"

Cats are Weird

Mr. Ankles pulled to sofa out.

He was cleaning.

He found this!

I said "It was the Evil Stepsisters."

I said "They had a grenade."


He cleaned it all out.

Now I have to start over.

Financial Advice

I am shedding again.
You can see this in the picture.
It always starts in the butt.

Now is the time to buy stock in Eureka.
Or Hoover.
Or Electrolux.
Ankles owns shares in Ford.
Good luck with that.

Harreforming the Bunnel

I never went in my bunnel.

Ankles enlarged it.
The first day, I went in and came out.
I went in.


I came out.
I went in.
I stayed a while.
I came out the same end.

I played in the newly harreformed bunnel a long time.
Then I chewed it.
It's wonderful.

Grudge

Jaguar pajamas.

Ankles has some of these.
I disapprove of jaguar pajamas.
In fact, I am holding a grudge concerning the pajamas.

My grudge has a result:
Ankles feels awful.
She has increased her efforts at bonding.
The salads are better.
There is more sling time.
After sling, she will lift me up to hold me close.
I fit by her neck under her ear.
I get more petting.
She lets warm nose air flow over my ears.
That was creepy at first.
Then I got used to it.
Before long, it began to feel nice.
I loosened my shedder muscles so more rabbit hair would flow up her nose during inhales.
She kept cuddling.
She reduced her computer time so she could lie on the floor and watch me play with my towels.

One morning I refused to come out to play.
She cuddled me first, then I came out.
Now, I won’t come out any morning until after cuddle time.

The grudge thing is working for me.

Happy Halloween!

I love October.

October has Halloween.....and witches.

Witches have brooms.

I love brooms.

Halloween has treats.

I knew that.

But......brooms don't count as treats.

There are more treats!

I love October.

Bunnell

I have a new bunnell.

I have never had one before.

Ankles ordered it for me.

It came Priority Mail.

I'm not sure what I think about it.

Sometimes these are called wormholes because they are the fastest way to travel from here to there.

I don't need a wormhole.

I can teleport.

Roll in the Hay

Ankles and I read about Tyler and Sydney's hay tubes. They are in The Qi Papers blog.
I have had rolling hay before.
I have not liked it.
Hay in tubes is neat and tidy.
That is a problem.
I can't bulldoze huge disintegrating wads of hay across the floor if it is in tubes.

Ankles stuffed some hay in a tube so we could take a disapproval photo.
I saw the tube of hay. I had a moment of open mindedness. I started eating the hay. Evil Stepsister came by to share the hay.

Sharing hay with Evil Stepsister is easy. She doesn't eat very much. Her teeth are all wrong for hay.
Then, Mr Ankles will come in and try to stop her eating hay because she throws it up.
It will be too late, she will throw up anyway.
Mr. Ankles will get upset and clean it up really fast.
Then he will say "Stupid rabbit." That's stupid because the rabbit didn't just throw up from eating something she knows will make her throw up.
It's pretty entertaining.
Entertainment is an important part of a good day.

BTDT (Been there, done that)

No!

We just did this!

My nails!

I was growing them out.

They were finally getting long enough.

I could scratch inside my ears.

Blech

Ankles read about other buns.

Buns liking apple chips.

This is not apple chips.

I had an unpredictable moment of open mindedness.

I tasted it.

I ran under my deck, arrows of hatred shooting from my eyes.

Revulsion dripping from every follicle like shedding hair in the spring*.

Back feet thumped the floor.

It was a bad day.


*Note from Ankles, Official Shedding begins April 1st and ends March 31st.

Cat Repellent

This is a grapefruit.

Ankles sat with me to eat one.

She offered me a piece.

I rejected the offer.

It was terrible.

It smelled like cat repellent.

How could she eat that?

She said the taste was not so good.

She liked it because it was juicy.

I'm a rabbit.

I don't need juicy.

"DUMB!"

When you ring a bell, it goes "DUMB!"

This is how I feel about bell pepper.

It is not food.

News for You!

What is this?
Kale?

I have news for you.

Whatever this is, it is not food.

Whatever were you thinking?

Was this cheap? On Sale?

Get a clue.

Rabbits do not do "On Sale."

Four page color spread of PetCo sale items has NO RABBIT ITEMS.

Stuff for hamsters and chinchillas.

Stuff for dogs and cats.

Stuff for fish and birds.

Stuff for reptiles and amphibians.

No rabbit stuff.

PetCo knows that rabbits do not do "On Sale."

Special Delivery

Ankles showed this to me. We got hay delivered! Half of this is alfalfa. Half of this is orchard grass. I get some of the orchard grass. It's pretty good. We never run out.

Buntropy

Ankles told me about entropy. All things tend toward chaos.
Her dad says there is order in chaos. He is a math guy.

I told them about buntropy.

I think they had it figured out already.

So far, so OK.

I continue to mold and shape Ankles' behavior.

We are spending lots of morning floor time. We often eat lunch together. Evenings are bunpier.


I was getting my new litter basket with hay, and my pellets each evening. Ankles knows she cannot change my basket unless I get pellets first. Later we would have some sling time*. Then greens.

I got tired of waiting so long for my sling. It should be first! So I refused to eat my pellets. I refused to get out of the old basket. "No! I am not sick!"

I went to the pick-up area of my cage. I stared hard. Ankles reached for the old basket. I THUMPED the floor real hard! UNACCEPTABLE!

She changed the basket anyway. She said I was grumpy and went away.

I tried again the next night. THUMP! She figured it out. First we had sling, then pellets and new basket. That was better,

New problem: Two evening visits have become one.


*go here to see about my sling

Nota Bun

Ankles took a pic of my Brother so I could "be there."

My Brother is not a bun after all.

He is furniture.

Presents

My big brother sent me these. How nice! He doesn't live here, I know him only by the smell. You can tell a lot by the smell. That's how I know he is a buck. The smell.

I know he is a rabbit. It's the hair. It is everywhere! He doesn't even live here! It's everywhere.

Ankles says he can eat one of these in one bite. He is the worlds biggest rabbit!


He sent two kinds. The pellet shaped ones are delish. They are very hard. Take a long time to eat. The poop shaped ones are not good. The shape is not a coincidence.

Quiet!

I have been working on my novel. I think I am getting to the juicy part. So far, it's been kind of dry.

Raspberries

I see that Princess of Housefull of Rabbits loved blueberries. Now she hates blueberries. I have never had blueberries. This summer I tried raspberries. I understand how Princess feels. Raspberries make me go way back in my corner. I will not come out.....until.....there are strawberries.

We have more time to do less

Smallest Ankles went back to school today. Now I have more time for repose. There is less TV noise. Less XBox noise. Less Nerf gun noise. Ankles says she will have more quiet time. More bun time. Life just got a whole lot better.

Sofa Damage

The sofa has damamge.
I did not do it.








The Evil Stepsisters did it.
They did it by boxing it.

The rabbit is innocent.

Nice Breakfast

I am blogging again.
Ankles had a very long sickness and could not help me.
When she started to get better, she just spent her time on the floor with me.
That was better than blogging.
My towel pile is even more fun to dig in when she watches.
She will give me pets if I go close enough.
Sometimes I do.
Sometimes I don’t.
This morning I was here, in my favorite hiding spot for watching outdoors.
Ankles came over and sat by me with her breakfast.
She ate something that smelled like it came out of the back of a chicken.
I chewed some pellets, preferring something that came out of the back of me.
We had a nice breakfast together and watched the Evil Stepsister outside.

78 rpm

This is Ankles. I told her I can only love her at 78rpm.

She said it was OK with her. She is used to me. She says rabbits are supposed to be fast. She says we have the wrong shape for slow deliberate anything.

She says if she wanted a tortoise, she would have gotten a tortoise.

She told me that she wished for a rabbit and her wish came true. That must mean she loves me back.