It’s been awhile since I posted pictures of the major poopers (that’s right, poopers, not players) in the house, so I thought I’d bring you a little furry goodness. There are all manner of personalities exhibited in these animals. (You know, that made sense in my head, but on “paper” it looks kinda funny and probably doesn’t make any sense, but whatever. I am apparently too lazy to hold down the backspace key because that takes a LOT of effort. Apparently. Ahem. Moving on.)
Sugar Ray aka Bunny
He is the most laid back animal ever. Unless you try to pick him up. He is so not into that, but I don’t care. He settles down pretty quickly and doesn’t pee on me, so it works out for both of us. He is also very hot right now and needs to be shaved. I know I should probably take the time to pluck him, but the truth of the matter is, I’m a little nervous about doing it since the last time it ended in me covered in all manner of bunny excrement.
Bunny? Super cute.
Bunny excrement? Complete opposite of super cute.
You want to know how hot my poor baby is right now? When Chloe decided to drink from his water bottle, he didn’t even flinch.
She has her own water dish, but prefers to drink from his whenever she can, which is pretty much whenever she wants. The other day I caught her eating his food and made that old-southern-man-noise* at her and she quit. I’m starting to wonder if she has identity issues.
Also, she is ADD.
Two seconds before I took this picture she was looking me straight in the face, meowing for attention. Personally, I think she meows just to hear the sound of her own voice. She is also like a dog in that if the front door opens, or a key is inserted into the lock, she will run to the door to see who it is. Every. Time. (Again with the identity crisis. This aspect is somewhat more interesting since she has never seen a dog before.)
My sister’s cat, Bailey, prefers to feign disinterest when she has any type of human audience.
However, when she thinks no one is looking, she likes to hang out near and/or with Sugar Ray. I’ve witnessed this from my bedroom, looking into the living room, but haven’t bothered to take a picture yet. But for all her feigned queenliness, I have never seen a cat more willing to flop down in front of you and roll over on her back so you’ll rub her belly. I also can’t decide if she sheds more or if Sugar Ray sheds more.
“Puny human, remove yourself from my presence before I cut your face.”
old-southern-man-noise*This is a sound that cannot be conveyed via any type of written medium. It is a gutteral sounding noise that is created in the back of the throat and is very crotchety sounding and menacing sounding all at the same time. It is usually followed by the phrase “Get. on. outta heeya (here). now.”
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Sugar Ray is SOOOO cute!!!
Um…there’s a fat rabbit living at our house. I think he ate Sugar Ray.
He is not fat! He’s just big boned! Actually, he’s just fluffy.
Um, I’m a little concerned that Bailey might roll out of that window, (just out of spite?)
I still have not met “the rabbit.”
Celeste, you may just have to take a benedryl and come over and meet “the rabbit.”
The cat eating the bunny food and drinking outta sugar ray’s bottle is a dominance thing, I think. She’s saying….yeah, what are YOU gonna do about it flop-ear?