My Stupid Blanket

I have a stupid blanket. Actually, I have two of them. Both of them are burgundy in colour and made of velour and fleece. They both reside on the leather couch in our room. They're stupid. Both of them.

What is a stupid blanket? you might ask. Well, a stupid blanket is a blanket that just lies there and taunts you with stupid remarks. Things like "Fluffy, you smell!" and "Fluffy, we don't like you!" Well, I don't put up with that so I hop up on the couch and teach those stupid blankets a thing or two.

"You stupid blankets!" I yell, "All you do is lay on this couch and taunt me, now I will show you who's boss!" That's when I start to dig. I dig and I dig and I dig! Then I chew! Nibblenibblenibble - I get my teeth right in there! No blanket will ever get a way with calling ME stupid!

Then I will bunch it up into a ball and then I will straighten it all out. Then I will bunch it up into another ball and then I will straighten that one out, too. Then it's back to digging. And chewing. Then I repeat the process over and over again.

Those blankets have seen better days. Both are completely riddled with holes, badges of my hard work and accomplishments. You'd think by now those blankets would have learned their lessons, but they're, well, stupid.

There is no way to measure the amount of enjoyment I get from keeping those blankets in line. The chewing, the digging, the tugging, tearing and ripping - it makes my little bum twitch, kinda like banana does. When I put those blankets in their place, I sure as heck am one tough lop. There's no messin' with me. Even mom will try to steal kisses while I am on my blanket rampage and I have to push her hand away, "Mom, quit bein' cuddly! Can't you see I'm being a big tough lop right now?"

"Yes, my little man, you certainly are one big tough lop! You get that blanket! That's right! Get it! Dig it! You tell it who's boss!"

"I'M boss! That's right! It's ME!"

Mommy says one of these days she will have to throw out my stupid blankets, when the holes get too big and I might get my head caught. But she promises that she will buy me a new one. And when she does, I will tell THAT blanket who's boss, too! Oh you just wait. This is one big tough lop who's not going to let ANY blanket get the better of him!

Fluffy - The Big Tough Lop

Bunspace Fun!

Bunspace. A place where bunnies unite and share their stories and connect with other bunnies from all over the world. And I am a member!

Thanks to Mom's hard work I now have my own profile on Bunspace.com. I have 33 carrots and 18 bunny buddies. Mom also made profiles for Binky and the other two bunnies who live upstairs, Ella and Scooter MaGoo. Boo doesn't have a profile because he is a hamster and only bunnies are allowed.

Mom likes the forums - she can meet all kinds of other people who adore rabbits just like her and Dad and it's a great place for bunny information. But best of all, it's jam packed full of pictures of bunnies, and that's what Mom says she likes best!

Mom says it has been crazy since she posted all of our profiles on Bunspace. All of these rabbits want to be our Bunny Buddies and we want to be Bunny Buddies right back. We are getting a lot of Buddy requests, comments and emails which is keeping her very busy. We LOVE it! Mom says it's official - her bunnies have more friends that she does!

I would like to send a special shout out to all of my Bunny Peeps out there in Bunspace who are reading my blog, especially my friend Freckles who is a frequent commentator - Hi Freckles! Word to Maddox, Pekoe, Wilbur, Huey, Basil, Pinky, Yogi, Adora, Loki, Faisal, Ella, Sam, Fez, Coco, Jumpin Jack Flash, Sox and Dakota Love and all my other readers! I feel very special to have made so many amazing friends from all over!

If anyone would like to visit me on Bunspace, just click my Bunspace Badge along the left side of my blog - you can see us all there, and leave us all carrots, too!

Fluffy

Bunny Storage

This is me - waaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy in the back of the storage area. How did I get there? Well, let me tell you...

Our house is still relatively new to me and I am always finding neat new places to get into some trouble. Recently, I discovered the "storage area"! It's like a closet because it has a bar to put hangars on and hang things up, but if you part the clothes, the closet goes way back about 10 feet, then it turns 180 degrees and tucks under the stairs. And it's an awesome place to hide!

Mom and Dad have all kinds of tubs and boxes and bags in there. All kinds of fun levels to jump up and down, cubby holes here, tunnels there and lots of dust to clog up my whiskers! Usually the door to the storage area is closed - but not tonight!

It didn't take long for Mom to stop watching her real estate show and realize I was gone. "Fluffy?" She got up and when she saw that the closet door was open, she knew right where to find me - deep inside the secret cave of fun!

Out came the flashlight and I heard her shuffle her way inside. For a bunny there is a lot of room, but for Mommy, not so much. After about 2 feet of closet, the top slopes down to about 4 feet, so she had to crouch down and walk all funny to get to where I was.

I saw the light swoop around and spot me in the dark. "Fluffy! You get out here right this instant!" Yeah, like I'm going to come out when I know I am already in trouble. "Fluffy! It's dangerous in here. Something could fall on you. Out!" Nope. I think I'll go hide behind these Rubbermaid thingies...

"Arg! Fluffy! Get out from behind there....OUCH!" Hee hee, she just hit her head. "Come on Fluff..."

I'm going to hop out further under the stairs. Lots of open space and......(Mom reaches to grab me but she can't quite reach me)...perfect! Just far enough that Mom can't get me! "Fluffy! Come here, Fluffy......Sweetie......" Oh, now she's sweet talking me. Won't work. "Ugh! Fluffy, it's cramped and dusty down here. Get yer butt out! Please?!"

Then there was a rattling. Two iron poles on the ground started shifting - Mom was behind it. I started dancing on the spot to avoid them and sure enough, when I was distracted, WHOMP! Mom's hand came down on my back. I was caught.

There is always that moment of wonder - I wonder how much trouble I'm in? I wonder what she will do? Will she give me a good finger wagging? And you just can't tell what will happen next, but judging from the grip she had on me, she was serious. Sometimes I wish I was a 12 pound Flemish Giant. She could never pick me up singlehandedly if I was.....

She picked me up and held me to her chest. She gave me kisses. "Fluffy! You silly, silly boy! Why do you always get yourself into trouble?" Because you left the door open, that's why. She rubbed me all over to get the cobwebs off, snorgled me in the beam of the flashlight, turned around and placed me on the floor facing the open door. "Now GIT!" and with that, I was off like a flash back to the comfort of Binks and her reassuring ear licks.

But I did find a treasure. A green yarmulke. That's right. And on the inside it says "Sarah Weaver's Bat Mitzvah, May 9, 1998". I wonder what I'll find...next time!

Fluffy