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Hmm, she actually looks kind of drunk. But she's totally smirking, and I love her. This was taken last Friday before the heat wave ran us over. Man, what a way to live.
I went on a date Thursday. In keeping with my routine, I'll write about it later.
- What's Playing?:Meg Hutchinson - "Climbing Mountains"
The other day I put some food in the dispenser in the rabbits' cage. It was dinner time, and Pig was waiting inside the cage. He took his time getting to the food but after a few moments he was eating quite contentedly. Chicken was wandering outside the cage, but she heard and saw me with the food. Chicken eventually hopped into the cage, but she, too, didn't go straight for the food. Pig was still chowing down. At the time, I was reading or typing something at the computer, so I wasn't watching them very closely. Well, it seemed that Chicken was more in the mood for something other than food, because the next time I looked over at the cage she had mounted him. And there was that ... mounting motion. Pig was minding his own business, and she wanted to get down to business. The whole act lasted all of a few seconds, because Pig could not eat with such a distraction. So he squirmed out from under his sister, away from the food. He scurried on out of the cage, leaving Chicken by herself right next to the food dispenser. She then stuck her nose in the food and started eating as if nothing had just happened. I think she planned the whole thing. What a sly little bunner. 
Larger versions at flickr.
We'll start off with a double treat, since I'm super excited about it.
What I saw on the subway today:
As I was boarding the train on my way home, I saw this guy who looked like he was about twelve years old board with me. His face looked very smooth and cleanly shaven, probably because his facial hair consists of a few strands of fuzz on his upper lip. He managed not to nick himself. Hoo. Ray. That's saying a lot for the pre-pubescents out there. Alas, he was not twelve. He was a grown-up. Like, a man, but with a kid's face and body. He was just getting off of work and probably on his way home to his young wife and maybe a kid. I did not see a ring, but I didn't look for one, either. I usually look for one. He was all done up: nice hair cut; dark, pin-striped double-breasted suit; pink power-tie with a strong Windsor knot. I found myself thinking snide thoughts about him. Why does he look so young and successful? No one's allowed to be that young and have his dream job in the Financial District. I saw him scramble for a seat on the train, because why? His strong, young and able legs couldn't hold him up for the duration of the trip? And that suit. How can he get away wearing a suit with breasts better than mine?! Come on. Of course I felt self-conscious. I wrapped my coat tighter around me and looked away, bitter and self-absorbed, until I remembered just a few weeks ago a very nice man from church mistook me for a high school student. Oh well.
This is a short intermission to let you know the Flickr photos are loading. There will be captions and categories. I'll have them sorted by day and tagged according to the particular event. And there will be captions, because I will not be doubling the work by writing about it here and then over there. No need to be redundant.
The photos are only 49% loaded. 50% now.
The Rabbit and Chinchilla Chronicles, Installment Two:
The rabbit has gotten pretty good at fielding external phone calls. She received a call from a certain chinchilla who said she turned in some banana cupcakes to the rabbit's office. The rabbit looked in her system to see if they received the banana cupcakes. She explained to the chinchilla that her particular office handles only red velvet cupcakes. However, because the rabbit didn't just want to pass off the chinchilla to some other person who also didn't know about the banana cupcakes, the rabbit kept the chinchilla on the phone. The rabbit heard the chinchilla's exasperated sighs through the phone, and she thought the chinchilla was getting mad at her. The rabbit had to brush off thoughts of "hey, lady, I don't have to help you at all" and "if you were paying attention, ma'am, you would have sent the banana cupcakes to the banana-cupcake-handling office, and not us, where we handle red velvet cupcakes" and slamming the phone down in utter frustration. Instead, the rabbit told the chinchilla what she was thinking, "The banana cupcakes aren't coming up as banana cupcakes in the system, and I want to make sure I'm communicating the right information to the rodent who's supposed to be handling your cupcakes. I don't want there to be any confusion." The chinchilla asked if anyone's going to call her back. The rabbit took her contact information and started wrapping up the call in such a smooth way she doesn't remember how it happened. Then the chinchilla sounded like she was actually smiling through the phone when she said, "Well, the banana cupcakes have to be somewhere." And the rabbit said, "Yes, they are. I know it's frustrating." They exchanged goodbyes, and the rabbit prayed the chinchilla's problem would be solved soon. The rabbit could sympathize. The cupcakes were time-sensitive and it would be extremely stressful to FedEx cupcakes to the incorrect office. Goodness knows she's done it before.
Clicking on the photo will take you to Flickr, where you will you find more bunny goodness. It's getting close to Easter, after all. And if Easter means anything, shouldn't it mean fluffy, cuddly, lagamorph deliciousness? If you click on "Detail," some of the photos have captions. Can I just say how hard it is to get a good shot, because the rabbits for some reason don't like a camera in their faces or near their ever-sensitive ears. I mean, the diva and her bodyguard, they should be used to paparazzi by now. They hippity-hop away, and I chase after them until they find a secure place where I can't get to. Then I pretend to leave, but I keep the camera poised until they think it's safe to come back out. Then I snap, and it's cute, and they can't help but agree it's cute, so they decide not to sue me. Can you believe how clean Chicken's ear is? It's just so cute and fleshy-pink and cartilaginous, and if you bend it, it will spring right back to straightness. And if you are privileged to look all the way into her ear, you just might find the secret to eternal life. Or a wormhole to another dimension. And if you ask nicely, she might lay a Cadbury Creme Egg for you. Bok-bok-bok-bok - BOK!
- Mood:
like a bunny
The salt and pepper shakers belong to Becky. The peppercorn generators belong to me. Look how similar all four pairs of eyes are. The duo on the left can stay as still as the little troublemakers on the right. The ones on the left, however don't freak out every time I feed them. The ones on the right do a little happy dance and have their noses in the feeder before I've poured all the food in. The ones on the left don't take turns grooming each other. The ones on the left do not continually hump each other. The ones on the right are always at it. Pig is black, and Chicken is grey. Pig is the boy, and Chicken is the female. Chicken is really aggressive when it comes to this particular instinct. Pig is substantially bigger than her, but he always acquiesces. Then, he grooms her, but she never grooms him back. Yeah, the turns they take with affection are definitely uneven. Pig is a pleaser and that works out well, because Chicken is kind of a diva. I mean, she's sweet, she's really sweet; she'll let you hold her and pet her and she'll let you think she's the gentlest thing ever. That's what she wants you to think. That's what's so diva about her. Your petting her for hours at a time is the equivalent of lying on a thick feather bed surrounded by servants fanning you and feeding you peeled grapes. Your petting her? That makes you the servant. You don't realize this because her cuteness distracts you, or you do realize it, but you don't care, because she's just so adorable. Pig, on the other hand, will not still still in your lap for more than 10 seconds. He likes to sniff around and try to climb on your shoulders and head. How would that be for a rabbit to roost on your head? And when you haven't trimmed his claws in a long time? Doesn't feel so great. What he does do, though, is groom you. If you're wearing long sleeves and cradling him, he'll lick your shirt for about 3 seconds, then he'll squirm for the next 7 seconds. Then you have to put him down before he shreds your clothes and skin. But if he does draw blood, he'll scramble for the salt shaker and sprinkle salt on your wounds. He'll take his frustration out on you. All because Chicken does not equally reciprocate his love.
- Mood:
chipper
I just yelled at the rabbits, and Chicken is thumping at me. Whatever, let her be mad. I don't know people who are as tempermental as that grey bunny. It's amusing.
It's time to return another disc of Little House on the Prairie. Man, how could I have forgotten that show? It's wonderful.
It's NOT the bottom line!
My favorite thing about this morning: I was holding and petting my rabbits and breathed heavy morning breath into their faces, and they didn't move. They didn't blink or flinch or cower in disgust. Because of this, I know they love me.
- Mood:
good
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