I think I have all the diseases in this video.
Except the anal teeth.
Fuzzarelly is Back
Friday, December 12, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Made to Measure.
Notes from Shaker Village
There was a powdering of snow on the main avenue. Before restoration, this was the Lexington Highway.
Sweetie was enthralled by this big guy, a Highland bull.
The story as to why this creature ended up at Shakertown was that the bull was pastured in anice rich neighborhood. One day he escaped and ate thousands of dollars worth of a neighbor's landscaping. Ooops! Bull had to leave.
I won the first drawing of the raffle. From 6 items available, I chose a dozen woven kitchen towels from the Weaver's Corner! Hot dog! Twelve!
There was a powdering of snow on the main avenue. Before restoration, this was the Lexington Highway.
Sweetie was enthralled by this big guy, a Highland bull.
The story as to why this creature ended up at Shakertown was that the bull was pastured in a
I won the first drawing of the raffle. From 6 items available, I chose a dozen woven kitchen towels from the Weaver's Corner! Hot dog! Twelve!
Monday, December 08, 2008
replay
Please excuse me while I catch up on 10 years of Interweb videos. Ha ha, Sneezing Panda. Play it again! Again!!
No, really, I have been doing an inordinate amount of surfing since we got the high speed thingie. I am totally amazed. Still.
Otherwise on the home front, I have a Problem Cat and her name is Millie. While Sweetie and I attended the Friendship Spinners meeting at Shaker Village, Millie took the opportunity to kill the smaller of the two neonates. I know!
I have left the bunny cage door open for the last several days. I had no fear that anything would harm the babies; especially not our kitties.
We got home Saturday night at eleven, and I attended to the barn bunnies, the Buster, and the cats needs. Then I checked on the babies. When I found only the one, I tore the nest and cage apart looking for any sort of sign or body part that would explain the disappearance. Sweetie and I were both flummoxed. But like Sherlock Holmes said, Even if it is improbable, it has to be that thing. (I paraphrase.)
It also explains the fate of the Wildie. I thought that he had slipped outside through the gap under the back door in October. But then Sweetie smelled something dead upstairs in the part of the house we use for storage. Couldn't find anything, so we thought maybe a mouse, a bird, even a squirrel. I did not suspect the cats because both Reeses and Millie have been around bunnies all the time and I have never seen either of them harm a rabbit at all. Try to play with, chase, slightly torment - yes. Injure - no. But there was disappearance. Then smell.
It has to be Millie. There can be no other culprit but her. She is a kitty, a predator, and in spite of our civilizing influence, nature apparently won out. She loves to bring us dead pygmy shrews and the occasional dead bird. She did chase the Wildie around and chases Heizen still.
Right now, cage doors are shut and she is being kept inside.
I have to wonder what influence the Evil Cat may have had on her. Maybe its behavior led her to believe that the really little ones are somehow fair game. I don't know.
But I do know that Millie has to go somewhere else to live. Any one need a good mouser?
No, really, I have been doing an inordinate amount of surfing since we got the high speed thingie. I am totally amazed. Still.
Otherwise on the home front, I have a Problem Cat and her name is Millie. While Sweetie and I attended the Friendship Spinners meeting at Shaker Village, Millie took the opportunity to kill the smaller of the two neonates. I know!
I have left the bunny cage door open for the last several days. I had no fear that anything would harm the babies; especially not our kitties.
We got home Saturday night at eleven, and I attended to the barn bunnies, the Buster, and the cats needs. Then I checked on the babies. When I found only the one, I tore the nest and cage apart looking for any sort of sign or body part that would explain the disappearance. Sweetie and I were both flummoxed. But like Sherlock Holmes said, Even if it is improbable, it has to be that thing. (I paraphrase.)
It also explains the fate of the Wildie. I thought that he had slipped outside through the gap under the back door in October. But then Sweetie smelled something dead upstairs in the part of the house we use for storage. Couldn't find anything, so we thought maybe a mouse, a bird, even a squirrel. I did not suspect the cats because both Reeses and Millie have been around bunnies all the time and I have never seen either of them harm a rabbit at all. Try to play with, chase, slightly torment - yes. Injure - no. But there was disappearance. Then smell.
It has to be Millie. There can be no other culprit but her. She is a kitty, a predator, and in spite of our civilizing influence, nature apparently won out. She loves to bring us dead pygmy shrews and the occasional dead bird. She did chase the Wildie around and chases Heizen still.
Right now, cage doors are shut and she is being kept inside.
I have to wonder what influence the Evil Cat may have had on her. Maybe its behavior led her to believe that the really little ones are somehow fair game. I don't know.
But I do know that Millie has to go somewhere else to live. Any one need a good mouser?
Friday, December 05, 2008
WARNING! DO NOT TURN THIS WEBSITE UPSIDE DOWN!
So.
The neo nates are thriving. Fat and already getting fur. I cuddle them two or four times every day in order to socialize them to human contact.
The other little guy did well his first day, but yesterday afternoon, I could tell that all he really wanted to do was to go to sleep. And he did last night.
More bleak news is that the Cat Came Back. That beautiful, black, and feral feline was found in the live trap last night, which Sweetie had set near the front steps. Of course, Reeses and Milly were each caught first in it, gifting the contraption with a nice puss puss smell.
We gave that cat its opportunity to let bygones be bygones; you go your way and we will go ours. We took it miles away. Begone! Scat!
The cat will not be back a third time. It sucks.
But, hey! Look at these three Super Bunnies.
The neo nates are thriving. Fat and already getting fur. I cuddle them two or four times every day in order to socialize them to human contact.
The other little guy did well his first day, but yesterday afternoon, I could tell that all he really wanted to do was to go to sleep. And he did last night.
More bleak news is that the Cat Came Back. That beautiful, black, and feral feline was found in the live trap last night, which Sweetie had set near the front steps. Of course, Reeses and Milly were each caught first in it, gifting the contraption with a nice puss puss smell.
We gave that cat its opportunity to let bygones be bygones; you go your way and we will go ours. We took it miles away. Begone! Scat!
The cat will not be back a third time. It sucks.
But, hey! Look at these three Super Bunnies.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Enjoy responsibly.
The Babies have landed!
All that nesting fuss produced two healthy babies. Virginia is fine and seems to be doing excellent mothering.
I have been going outside to do barn chores through the front door because Buster is having a hard time making it down the back steps to come with me. This morning, if I hadn't gone out the front door, I wouldn't have found this little guy by the steps.
Hell, I saw spattered blood and thought he was dead. Picked him up and found him to be weak and scared but still kicking. There is a puncture wound on his neck and one front leg is useless. I tried to clip the bloody wool off, but when I got near the wound he let out that awful bunny squeal and struggled mightily to get away. I was able to put a little anti-robotic on him, and he ate several pieces of banana, so I'm thinking that he'll be okay if he makes it through tonight. I'll have to watch for infection. He might be a little crippled.
I don't know what got him. It wasn't Reeses, and I hope it wasn't Milly since she was raised by rabbits. Another cat? A neighbor's cat? Whatever tried to kill this one is probably the same thing that took all of the new babies next door. Every single one. So. Sweetie is on the warpath with the live traps again.
All that nesting fuss produced two healthy babies. Virginia is fine and seems to be doing excellent mothering.
I have been going outside to do barn chores through the front door because Buster is having a hard time making it down the back steps to come with me. This morning, if I hadn't gone out the front door, I wouldn't have found this little guy by the steps.
Hell, I saw spattered blood and thought he was dead. Picked him up and found him to be weak and scared but still kicking. There is a puncture wound on his neck and one front leg is useless. I tried to clip the bloody wool off, but when I got near the wound he let out that awful bunny squeal and struggled mightily to get away. I was able to put a little anti-robotic on him, and he ate several pieces of banana, so I'm thinking that he'll be okay if he makes it through tonight. I'll have to watch for infection. He might be a little crippled.
I don't know what got him. It wasn't Reeses, and I hope it wasn't Milly since she was raised by rabbits. Another cat? A neighbor's cat? Whatever tried to kill this one is probably the same thing that took all of the new babies next door. Every single one. So. Sweetie is on the warpath with the live traps again.
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