Well, I've seen strange sights in the past, especially dealing with a certain rabbit who resides in this household (no names, no names), and tonight was one of the funnier ones. Not quite ranking up there with the rabbit walking the kitchen cart to his room, but this one gave me a chuckle nonetheless.
First I have to note that Mr. Helpshimself was at it once again a little while ago. I was sitting at the computer typing, when I heard a soft munching sound behind me. I turned around and there he was, head shoved into a leftover box of Christmas chocolates I'd inadvertently left on the sofa, and was helping himself to a treat. Cripes, I thought, just what I need...a Yofi wired to the eyeballs on sugar (not to mention how bad it would be for him to digest the stuff, a Yofi on a chocolate high would be very scary indeed). So I snatched the box away from him, whereupon he shot me a rather nasty glare and huffed out of the room. All chocolates are still firmly in place, nestled in their respective slots, but one now sports a telltale imprint of rabbit incisors.
I should have known, though, that this would not be the only theft of the evening. Roughly ten minutes later The Boy crept silently back into the living room. I was still at the computer and I mightn't have even noticed his presence, except his rather obvious sudden dash for the kitchen gave him away. Something was protruding rather ominously from his mouth, and at first I wasn't sure what he had now snagged. So I hightailed it after him, and after running in circles (three times!) around the kitchen table as he darted back and forth between the chairs in his effort to lose me, I finally managed to block his escape just as he made one last lunge toward the safety of his own room. And what did he have in his little rabbitine possession? Dangling from that theiving maw was something cylindrical in shape, white, fuzzy...
Yofi had stolen my cat's Christmas present...a catnip toy in the shape of a cigar. Not only did he look ridiculous doing his lagomorph version of W.C. Fields...cigar dangling from one corner of his opulent mouth....but he refused to give up this latest treasure. I tugged and yanked, and he tugged and yanked back. He was as stubborn as a seasoned smoker who protests vehemently in giving up the habit. In the end I was the victor, finally managing to extract the catnip cigar from this stubborn boy's clutches...but I am afraid this may be the start of a nightmare. I can just see it now: having to locate and sign Yofi up for the next meeting of Catnip's Anonymous. He will be the only presence at the meeting not able to speak 'kitty', but then, addictions have a universal language anyway, and I'm sure his complaints would come through loud and clear.
Come to think of it, it's really a good thing The Boy does not speak human, otherwise I might some day be at the recieving end of a visit from Bunny Welfare Services, demanding to know why I never feed the poor waif, never give him treats, and never ever let him do anything he wants.
Oh, the pain of being a neglected rabbit. :foreheadsmack:
And here's a picture of Yofi, of course with tongue dangling for all to see. Can one
ever have a photo of a Yofi without that attitude being in the pic as well? sheesh
Anna too, enjoyed having company here, though she refused to leave the confines of the rabbit room. After all, hardwood floors ARE beneath the dignity of a female lago-queen to trod upon, are they not? A slip or two of the hind end would be rather embarrassing, and Anna would never subject herself to such a display in front of witnesses. So she remained in their room, but every time someone would venture past the doorway she'd make a beeline for them, fully expecting nose rubs and scritches. And she always got them.
