Enough Already!

Okay, this has GOT to stop! Seriously, someone remind this person that some bunnies do NOT like being smothered with icky kisses!

So all of us animals, that would include me and Binks, Ella and Scooter (the two bunnies that live in the "other room") and Boo the Hamster have been "vacationing" for the last three weeks. We went to see our friend Stephanie while Mom and Dad were showing the condo in an attempt to sell it. Well, they sold it and last night we all got to come home. But Mom, sheesh, has been all over me! Cuddling me, kissing me, giving me cheek rubs and talking all goo-goo ga-ga and just totally overdoing it! UGH! She keeps picking me up and burying her face in my fur. When I get away, I give her a nice thump but she just finds it amusing.

We had fun at Steph's house. She has her own bunnies so it was nice to chat with them. Every Sunday Mom and Dad would come over and totally maul us. Kisses and hugs and whatnot. We tried to tell them we were just fine here at Steph's house but both of them were just very sad. I could tell that they really missed us.

Okay, I guess it won't hurt anyone to admit it. I missed them, too. Yes, Mom is a little over-affectionate right now, but deep down, I missed her. I missed her smell, her voice, her pets, our banana time together - I guess I just never realized it until now. Vacationing is fun, but the best part is returning home, to the place you know, the smells you know, the routine you know, and to the people who love you most.

Dorothy was right - there's no place like home.

Fluffy

Chin Up!

Mom says that as far as bunnies go, I'm about the friendliest one there is. It's true that I like to sniff people. It's true I like to be on top of any situation that is going on around me. It's true that I am loveable and people can't get enough of me - what can I say? But I don't think Mom realizes what is really going on. I like stuff. And I like making stuff "mine".

People squeal with joy when I run up to them and chin them. They think it means I like them, and I guess in a way it does, but more importantly, it means they "belong" to me. I like things to belong to me - it's how I keep my world in order.

I don't care if you think it's yours. If I chin it, it becomes mine. Even if you take it away again, that's okay, because I'll still see it as mine, and when you bring it back, I'll chin it again, making it mine. See how it works?

I chinned LOTS of stuff on Saturday! Cleaning Lady came over and I chinned everything! Vacuum....mine. Mop....mine. Pail....mine. Duster....mine, too! Then Cable Guy showed up. Tool belt.....mine. Cables.....mine. Wrench.....mine. I even chinned his shoes....mine!

It's like a game I play. How much stuff can I make mine? Let's see, I'll take that coffee table, the chair legs, the cabinet, the newspaper rack, the floor lamp. All mine, thank you. And even if Binky, my girlfriend, comes over and makes stuff hers, I just make it mine right back. She's not as obsessive about it as I am. Oh, and I chin her, too. She's mine. I love her.

So think what you will. "Oh he's so cute! He just rubbed me with his chin! He likes me!" Yeah, I like making you mine. Consider yourself added to the collection.

Fluffy