Wednesday, 31 October 2012

Halloween Prep

"Let's go over this one last time. Mr Bear - you're in charge of carrying the loot. Mr Bun - you're in charge or reminding them we want carrots, not sweets. I'll be in charge of tasting. If anyone asks, we're infant humans dressed as animals who are a just a bit short for our age. Any questions?"

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Growing Into Them

"I don't get it. I don't have a long nose - so why did Caroline name me Dumbo?"

Monday, 29 October 2012

Patty Vs Bigfoot

"You misunderstand me. I didn't ask you to move because you are in MY run, or because you are obscuring MY view with these hideous green boots. I asked you to move because you are on MY foot."

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Meshy Smooch

Jemima and Elvis are still living apart following last weeks break-up, but this morning her aggression towards him seemed to have diminished. I still wouldn't put them in the same space together yet, but at least it looks like there's some hope for reconciliation in the near future.

"Miss you! [smooch]"
"That's nice. Do you have any breakfast left over?"

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Fresh Milk Delivery

"Mum, let me in! I want meeelks!"

Friday, 26 October 2012

Serena Recovery Time

Thanks to a number of generous friends (and Facebook fans) of the Rescue, Serena had her operation on Wednesday. She is now back at the Rescue and starting her slow recovery.

"Don't give me your sympathy, give me your parsley! And maybe another bottle of that magic pain medicine..."

The lump behind her eye turned out to be an abscess rather than a tumour and was removed by the same surgeon that Whisky has been saved by on a number of occasions. Once she is over the initial recovery period, Serena and her partner Sushi will most likely be moving in with a couple of our committee members to live as house rabbits. There she will have a safe and unchanging environment where she can learn to race around navigating with her remaining eye and senses.

We all wish you a speedy recovery, little one!

NB - If you are feeling brave you can see the side-view of her, showing the extent of the surgery, here.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

House of Chaos

My house is in chaos. It is a filthy mess and the smell of bunny wee hangs constantly in the air. My stress levels are higher than I can remember them being for the longest time and I suspect the few hairs left on top of my head are planning an imminent escape. Metaphorically it feels like I was carrying too many parcels, had somehow managed to balance them just enough to make tiny steps forward, then someone came along and stuck a big fat heavy one on the front. This big fat heavy one, to be more precise:

"Stop disturbing my naptime. I need to rest ready for the next big fight I intend to start. BTW, you might want to put shoes on before you walk through the lounge again..."