Attack of the Cardboard Boxes

Okay so the cardboard boxes haven't exactly attacked us or anything, but they are creeping in on everything. They are everywhere, in the living room, in the dining room, lining the walls and stacked to the ceiling. And they are creeping closer and closer to the middle of the room.

Mom says this is all because we are moving. Other than the boxes, the place is pretty empty. Mom and Dad have been waiting for this move to happen for a while and, as it stands now, Saturday is the big day.

Mom and Dad say us bunnies are going to have our own room. We'll be sharing it with Ella and Scooter who right now live in the bedroom, but we will be separated so we don't fight. I remember I used to hang out with Ella before, so I don't mind her. Scooter is a bit excitable and we don't exactly get along. And Ella and Binky hate each other! We'll have to see what ends up happening. I'm fine with it - if they stay on their side of the room, I'll stay on mine!

Mom says she wants to try bonding us all together. She says all of this neutral territory will be the perfect time to try. "You don't all have to snuggle and love each other to bits, just so long as you can all co-exist without trying to eat each other - that's all Mommy asks." We'll see. I told her "Mom, it's going to depend on Binky and Ella. They are the ones that are the most stubborn." "I know, Fluffy. We'll try it and see what happens. If you all don't want to be friends, that's okay, we will keep you separated in pairs just like always. But everyone will have more room if everyone can get along."

Mom says I will have patio doors to look out of. I like looking outside. I have a plank on a windowsill in our place right now. I like sitting up there and watching everything going on outside. It's always nice and cool by the window, too. Mom says the patio doors are bigger than the window, and it's on the ground level so I never know, a squirrel or even a rabbit might come in the yard to visit me. Oh, and the yard - Mom says we will finally have grass under our feet! I'm not too partial to being outside but Binky loves it. Personally, the birds scare me. So many strange noises and sounds, but so long as Binks is by my side, I'm fine. I love Binky. She's my girlfriend.

I'm excited to be moving. It means these cardboard boxes will be going away. Hey, maybe I will get an empty one to play with! "Of course you will, Fluffy!" YAY! Bonuses all around!

Fluffy

When Exercise Balls and Bunnies Collide

I never knew I had a little brother, but according to Mom, I do. He's a hamster. His name is Boo. I know what you're thinking - how can a bunny have a hamster as a brother? Well, technically I can't but I think Mom just calls him that because she wants me to treat him like one. He sure acts like a little brother though - he's annoying!

Every evening when he gets up, Mom puts him in his exercise ball so he can run around. At first, Binks and I didn't know what to make of him - he was just this plastic ball that rolled around and into things and into us. I think we realized there was a living creature inside the ball at around the same time Boo realized there were living creatures outside of the ball.

At first he would roll into us. Sometimes we'd push him away and off he'd go. Then, if we were in our pen, he'd roll up to the bars and push his little nose right up against the vents of the ball to sniff us. If I happened to hop away, he'd roll the ball and follow me and squish his nose through the vents again.

Sometimes when I'm hanging out minding my own business, he will roll the ball over to me and park it right up against me. This can get annoying. I try pushing him away, but he rolls right back up to me. One time he even tried to pull my fur through the vents of his ball like I was in need of a plucking. THAT was bothersome!

One evening Mom let him out of the ball so we could sniff each other for real. He's very twitchy and darts around a lot. He ran around me, under me and even tried to climb ontop of me! MOM! Put him back in his ball!

"He likes you Fluffy. Be nice to him. Think of him as your little brother." I don't recall ever wanting a little brother! "He looks up to you, Fluffy. You are a very lucky rabbit. You have Binky to keep you company, another rabbit just like you. Isn't it nice having her around?" Well, of course it is - I love Binky. "Well, Boo doesn't have anyone, he's all alone. Of course he has Mommy and Daddy but he much prefers the company of another furry creature. It gives him comfort to be around you. He told me so. He loves hanging out with "the giant hamster" as he calls you."

Okay, Mom is laying on the guilt - and it's working. I guess Boo isn't that bad. He is kinda cute. And he is fun. I guess he has grown on me. Perhaps I should be nicer to him, seeing as he looks up to me and all. That's a lot of responsibility - and it feels kinda cool.

Do you remember that Warner Bros. cartoon with the big, grey bulldog and the tiny black kitten? The one where the kitten would climb up on his back and pluck and scratch the fur on his back and the dog would wince and go "Ooooooo, ouch, ouch, owwww, ooooo, ouch...!" and then finally the kitten would curl up into a little ball on his back and go to sleep? Boo and I are kinda like that. I'm the bulldog and he's the kitten. Only I'm a rabbit and he's a hamster. And we are not cartoons. You know what I mean.

Fluffy