So. Bought no mammals, birds, hideous reptiles, or otherwise assorted animals this weekend. This will be the first weekend in a month that this has happened. I would like everyone to think what that means for a bit. Then think, she is the crazy rabbit lady!
Yes. Yes I am.
Did however, get more evilwrongyetsomepeoplesaygoodandright rabbit pellets, which I angsted over for a while, a litter training set that comes with litter that I cant' actually use in the rabbit's box since it's kind of dangerous to eat and the rabbits are huge fans of eating while--businessing. Kind of like the mouth equivalent of reading the newspaper while--well, businessing. I also got a pet playpen, and okay, yeah, go ahead, you can make jokes about this one. Cause I totally did. But man, it's nice. It's huge, and I spread out a tarp in the den, toss their toys, hay, and dinner in there, and let them run and play. I'm thinking of leaving them there overnight, since I really hate they have to spend so much time in their cage. This leads to weight gain and lethargy and foot disease and terrible, terrible moods, and it's not like terrible trio are sunshine and light *now*.
Interesting point in that, actually.
One, the rabbits are still ignoring me. *HOWEVER*, in a great stride of Jenn-Acknowledgement, Reggie crawled on top of the purple plastic small mammal castle I got them (*sighs* yeah. A rabbit castle), beside the rabbit alphabet blocks (*helpless shrug*), near the plush rabbit triangle (*no comment)) and close to the four different food-shaped playtoys and leapt off. He doesn't look directly *at* me, but he darts his eyes in my general direction. Kind of like, if I actually acknowledged you existed and that you had worth, I'd be doing this jump for you. I am doing it for me, but if you existed? Would totally be for you.
That, my friends? Is progress. It's also nice to see that the open wounds on my chest, finger, and forearm are now showing vague signs of healing before someone takes me aside to ask if I need an intervention. You can see this happening, right? I can. I mean, I can actually see being called into a conference room where my coworkers will all gently tell me that they know, and seriously, saying rabbits won't get you anything but a pitying look and possibly a talk with a counselor. Of course it was far worse last week, when there were five diagonal scratches across the area well above the bra line and a bruised, glazed look in my eyes as I wandered around blindly wondering how in the name of God something so small could hurt so much.
You can see why I'm kind of wired these days, right?
So. State of the rabbits--about two cups of pellets and unlimited timothy hay and alfalfa, hay and alfalfa at rough 70/30 proportions, salad of romaine lettuce (one handful), parsley (one handful), a half a carrot in thirds (a third for each) or half a celery stick in thirds (ditto), one half banana split in thirds for a treat. The one time I can be guranteed bunnytime is when the Ultimate Weapon of Choice Banana comes out, and man, they *fight* over who gets to crawl in my lap and try to eat through my flesh to get to that banana in my fingers. This, people, is what we *really* call progress. In a week or two, cilantro will be added to the menu, and probably broccoli tops. Apparently, I need to keep up a variety for health purposes. We are at eighteen days until first vet visit, at which time surely he will tell me I am kiling my furry friends, rabbit-hating whore.
Yeah. I'm in that place right now. Basically, I think, if I haven't killed them yet from my willy-nilly feeding of random assorted vegetables, then honestly, they either have stomachs of steel or I am ungodly lucky, and hey, who says that luck will ever run out?
In other, pet related news, Child's Bearded Lizard is up to five live large crickets a day, and has grown accordingly, at what appears to be a quarter inch in the last week (yeah, we measure him. *sigh). I need to emphasize this--five. Large. Crickets. We started him off at small, which he ate, oh, all thirty in two days, and medium like, seven a day. While at PetSmart, where the crickets are nowhere near the reptiles and zen was achieved easily, I picked up large, thinking, what the hell.
What the hell indeed. I don't know how many of you have ever watched a reptile eat, but let me tell you, there is nothing inspiring about a Junior eating a cricket in *gulps*, with a leg and half a cricket head sticking out *wiggling* as he mashes them to death with his flapping mouth and nonexistent teeth. I have never been so close to veganism in my entire life. Well, that and the rabbit rescue websites, where I was reminded that I a.) have no space and b.) have no time to become a rabbit foster mother to traumatized, disabled rabbits and c.) oh my God, jenn, are you serious? Give me your credit card right now. Also mentioned was a silent d.) Jenn. Please go back to buying hardware and going on random trips. Please. We miss that. Didn't you want an ipod? Why don't you still want an ipod?
Other items of note-- priced wirecutters so I could turn their two cages into one giant two story rabbit mansion. I was distracted by being called over to look at vacuums, then led gently toward the front of the store and away from temptation. But seriously. Two story rabbit mansion. It would be omg so cool. I even have a plan! And it involves wirecutters. Other stuff will eventually occur to me, I'm sure. But I still need wirecutters to do it.
I was thinking I was going ot write about fannish somethings today. Apparently, that's not going to happen. However, I am staring blankly at Teacher's Pet and thinking, oh God. Why can't this just jump ahead straight to the sex? Because lets all face it, this is pretty much where we end up. And yes, it will be traumatizing and vaguely dirty and possibly require me to start myself on a valium drip just to get through the day. But you know?
God, John is pretty.
Oh, wow, lunch is over. Who knew?
Lol, I think its pretty inevitable too but I'm not feeling the trauma. Yeah, its messed up, but its not like these feelings weren't there when he was an adult. If John was never an adult, then it would be wierd.
That would be very cool, i would love to see pictures of that:)
And heh. It's just--conceptualizing it now totally freaks me out. *g*
(ps, the icon is just being used to go along with the mention of your story. Sort of. *g*)
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Actually, I am, cause seriously, I looked really weird last week. And they keep crawling on me for food and dont' mind teh claws much. *grins*
Don't you love animals that grow in proportion to the size of their food? Because, really, it's only the creepy ones that do that.
I had a three-story mansion for the ferrets, back in the day when I had copious amounts of weasels.
Multi-storied cages for the critters are so much fun, so let me strongly encourage you to lose the rest of your mind and give building the Monster Cage a whirl. And then definitely post pictures. We will crave them.
I have this plier-like tool that crimps small metal bits around the edges of wire grids to create a custom cage... it was very nice to just buy the wire in bulk and build the cages to spec....
Ahhhh, the good old days...
Trust me on this: pellets aren't going to hurt your rabbits, and people who say that are probebly from the same camp that change their own eating habbits once a month. Our rabbits lived to ripe old age and lived mostly off pellets. Of course, they also ate the cables in the house, the carpet, the furniture...you get my meaning.
Can I just say how amazed, and full of respect for you, that you have THREE rabbits and haven't gone bonkers?
Plus, you might want to consider this: our Flemish Giant never took to my brother, except to chase him around the back yard to try and bite his bottom. He may be 23 now, but that's something you never quiet forget.
My hat is off to you!
All three are fairly low maintenance. They want sustenance and sleep and me to bring them snacks. *grins* Very cool rabbits.
Because Rodney, John, BUNNIES and building an elaborate Rabbit Mansion...only you could do that proper justice.
Cause Rodney could freaking *quote* the care books. You know this, right????? And john would be lying down a lot with an ice pack on his hhead and all scarred up from vengeful bunnies.
Be careful with your wirecutters that you don't leave any sharp ends that could scratch an eye or a nose.
I used to have lizards (can't remember what kind) that were supposed to eat crickets. The problem was, they would only eat the drumsticks. This was hard on the crickets AND me, since it was my job to put the lame crickets out of their misery.
"I would like to have a rabbit," I said to my husband. "Wait a week until the new potatoes are in. I'll get some fresh peas, too," he replied. "No, I want one as a pet," I said. "No, you don't," he told me. "Rabbits are not smart. Rabbits only need to be smarter than lettuce. It will never recognize you, or play with you. You want a nice kitten. We'll get you one." And so there was Smoochy.
I will enjoy the whole journey until/whether or not sex develops.
Sometimes I can fool myself into thinking that there's some kind of bonding or relationship going on, since they acknowledge me at least so far that they adjust their sleeping and waking hours to mine, and sort of greet me when I come back, though I suspect that's not so much that they like to see me as that they know I'll let them out, and also they have a chance to beg for some food if they turn woeful black eyes on me (or tug on my clothes). But well, one has to take what they offer. On the plus side they don't hurt me, and they're undeniably soft, furry and look cute. :)
You say that like it's a bad thing. I, for one, am secretly hoping that you jump to the sex and make me happy. (And I'm using this icon because I'm shameless.)
Yes, back in the olden days my neighbors kept rabbits and I was drafted to watch them when they went on vacation. One would think I'd attempted suicide (somehow, simotaneously, on both arms) with one of those garden implements shaped like a big honking claw.