Meadow Mouf

Tiny blue mini-Rex Meadow went to a new home last week as partner to someones own handsome blue Rex.

Unfortunately there have been a few tensions back on his home turf, this does happen occasionally, so we are just waiting to hear how it's going. They may well need a second honeymoon on neutral territory back at the Rescue to decide they are right for each other, but fingers crossed things will work out for her.

In the meantime, from last weeks bonding session, here's her cute little breakfast-hole in a great big Monday-Mouf close-up!

Mr Clumpy

So there I was minding my own Sunday business when a little grey fluffster appeared and decided to bug me for extra snacks.

"Hey, is brunch a thing in this house?"

His attempts to win me over with cute periscopey bunny-begging backfired however, because I spotted a big clump of matted fur in his neck that some unfortunate human was clearly going to need to remove for him.

"Uh oh, I know what that look means..."

Unfortunately, as I spotted the clump, Whisky spotted me spotting the clump and shot off to hide. Fortunately, he somewhat overrates his abilities in the arena of concealment.

The Saturday Results

What a lovely sunny day today! I decided to brave a second outing in the garden for Bobbit this morning, though to be honest he'd barely forgiven me for the last one. Whilst I don't think he had a problem with the garden itself, the strange noises and being carried there and back in the ("OMG, are we going to the vets??!!") pet carrier were not to his liking.

But what a surprise! In a complete reversal, Bobbit was first out today and spent the time enjoying the garden while Anouska just ambled around, lazed about a bit, cleaned herself and headed back into the carrier. Of course that did mean when we were all done it was Bobbit that needed "retrieving"...

"Me? Back in the carrier??! I'll tell you what, you get in there first and I'll follow you."

Ears Gavin

My attempts to take a decent picture of Gavin continue. However hard I try, I *still* can't get him to put his ears up when the camera is pointed at him. That said, if I look back at older pictures of him his ears are always down in those too so maybe he just has a thing about cameras!

"Camera? What are you talking about? I was just making it easier for you to stroke my head properly!!"

The Wonderful Wizz...

I really enjoy writing the bunny-photo tips for this blog. They do generally take much longer than the other posts, not only because they are longer than the other posts but also because taking a photograph of myself taking a photograph of Whisky can be an agonising, patience-testing, tricky business. I mean, sure, you'd think having Whisky helping would make it easier...

Well anyway, what with one thing and another, I haven't managed to find enough time to finish the next tip, so if you were expecting one today I am afraid I have to disappoint you. If it helps, please know that I am disappointed in myself for not having it ready in time. In fact, in order to convey the disappointment all round, I have asked Soufflé's partner Wizz here to attempt to gaze at us with an air of disappointed disapproval, whilst also injecting a flavour of cuteness to cheer us up at the same time. Take it away Wizz:-

"Attempt??!! Deffo nailed it, FYI."

Bubble and Jemima

It is a very upsetting day for me today.

Firstly, I am very sad to report that Bubble passed away this week. Despite outwardly appearing lively and healthy of late, Caroline found her suffering from breathing problems on Monday evening. She quickly went downhill and died later that night.

Bubble was 7 years old and a wonderful character. With her partner Benson she was a source of great joy at the Rescue, regularly making me laugh out loud with their crazy breakfast antics. She will be missed. Binky free, sweet girl.

The other reason it is a very emotional day for me is that around 9.35am it will be one year since Jemima left for the bridge, her life brought to an end several months before her 7th birthday by a rapidly-growing tumour in her chest.

I had hoped to write a longer piece today, about how she was my deeply loved, beautiful, chubby little girl, my friend, the reason my clothes have big chompy holes in and the reason I stopped hating cold mornings (you can't hate going outside when it means seeing that wonderful and excited face come racing towards you eager for breakfast!). But even a year on I'm breaking apart just writing this much, it hurts so much remembering how much pain I saw in her those last few hours and then seeing the life fade from her eyes as she looked up at me from the vets table in her final moments.

Jemima, my beautiful velvet girl, I miss you so much.

Tuesday Tail #5