Of love and bunnies
It's been forever.
Last October, I married my best friend. It was small and simple and perfect, all of it. We went to the courthouse with my nana and great aunt and our close friend Carly. We said some words at each other and it was really just a room of crying women... Came out of the courthouse and McCoy had come down to surprise us by showering us in birdseed. McCoy invited us to lunch, said he'd meet us over there because he had to run back to the studio quick. Unsurprisingly, he never showed, but we had a lovely lunch with friends regardless. Aaron and I went down to the lake and went fishing that afternoon.
We went to Montego Bay a few days later, spent a week in paradise on a private island with unlimited, amazing food and liquor. Actually, my one complaint about the trip is that after breakfast, you were really hard pressed to find a drink that did not contain alcohol. Even at breakfast, mimosas were the drink of choice.
At Sandals resorts they offer a level of room that includes a butler - someone who will bring you your drinks on the beach and get you the hookup. We found that if we slid a tip to a couple of the workers, we could get the same level of service. So it was unlimited drinks brought to us on the beach and i STILL didn't get arrested! But I went skinny dipping for the first time in my life, in the translucent Caribbean sea. Nothing has changed in our relationship and I hope that it stays this way for the next 60 years or so.
Then there's this. I'm nuts. I mean we all already knew that and it's not in question. But everyone (myself included) figured I'd go nuts and start hoarding cats. Well, we had a second cat move in this summer, through no fault of our own. Her name is Goosey or Little Girl, but really, we've renamed her toilet cat, because mostly, she hangs out by the toilet and hisses and growls when you go near her. It took two weeks before I could touch this animal, and we're still not exactly friends.
You might remember Lily, the Netherland Dwarf rabbit I used to have. She was a little black ball of anger. She would lunge and growl when you tried to feed her. Petting her was out of the question. Her entire life she lived with her cage door wide open, with the opportunity to come out and explore as she wished. But she never seemed to want to. After she passed on, I swore never again. no more rabbits.
In June, Aaron called me from work one day. "Do you want a rabbit?" He found a rabbit in a cage in the basement of one of his properties. Found out it was his tenants granddaughter's. She had fallen on hard times, had to move in with family, and he said no rabbit, no way, no how. So she hid him under a blanket, hoping to find him a home. Aaron said "no bunnies in the dark. I will take him home". She wrote us a two page letter of instruction, and asked to be able to see him again, if we'd be so kind. She was sad to see him go, but was happy she found a good home for him. His name is Harvey now, and he mostly rapes things. Eating and sleeping and binkies, yes, but all he REALLY wants out of life is for you to quit moving so much so he can fuck the shit out of you.
In late August, a friend came over. Saw Harvey hopping around, saw his cage. "Wow, your rabbit has a life compared to my moms boyfriends rabbit. He has all this stuff and toys and what you let him out?!" She told me about what a terrible bunny this one was. It just sits there..... so, I went to see the rabbit. Hoping I could help the owners live more harmoniously with bun. She was sitting scared in a tiny empty cage. I fed her some veggies, and the girls mom right away asked if I wanted him. I said no at first. Two days later I saw she'd been given cat food - nothing else. I brought some bunny food. I tried to talk to them again. "well, we got him for the kids for easter, and they don't like him no more"..... will wonders never cease.
I begged to take bunny home. Aaron gave in to my fostering, temporarily. Barely an acknowledgement of her from the owners. They made up a name on the spot, I could tell - the original name was long forgotten. Bunny became Jack, then Jackie when I was able to actually check the sex. I whispered a promise in her ear that she'll never go hungry or be forgotten again on the night she came home. I realized that the only way I'd ever be able to keep that promise is to keep her with me.
There are few things in this world that are better than taking in a neglected animal and watching her blossom. She did what i'm sure was her first binky in her LIFE approximately five minutes after I let her out the next morning. She's more than doubled in size over this past month - did you know that bunnies grow if you feed them?! She was smaller than Harvey (a 3 lb Holland Lop) when I brought her home, and now I'm wondering if she's part flemish giant or something. She'll be going in for a pre-spay checkup tomorrow, and with some luck, in a few months i'll have them both altered and bonded, and then we can all live in teletubby land.
Life is so fucking good.
Last October, I married my best friend. It was small and simple and perfect, all of it. We went to the courthouse with my nana and great aunt and our close friend Carly. We said some words at each other and it was really just a room of crying women... Came out of the courthouse and McCoy had come down to surprise us by showering us in birdseed. McCoy invited us to lunch, said he'd meet us over there because he had to run back to the studio quick. Unsurprisingly, he never showed, but we had a lovely lunch with friends regardless. Aaron and I went down to the lake and went fishing that afternoon.
We went to Montego Bay a few days later, spent a week in paradise on a private island with unlimited, amazing food and liquor. Actually, my one complaint about the trip is that after breakfast, you were really hard pressed to find a drink that did not contain alcohol. Even at breakfast, mimosas were the drink of choice.
At Sandals resorts they offer a level of room that includes a butler - someone who will bring you your drinks on the beach and get you the hookup. We found that if we slid a tip to a couple of the workers, we could get the same level of service. So it was unlimited drinks brought to us on the beach and i STILL didn't get arrested! But I went skinny dipping for the first time in my life, in the translucent Caribbean sea. Nothing has changed in our relationship and I hope that it stays this way for the next 60 years or so.
Then there's this. I'm nuts. I mean we all already knew that and it's not in question. But everyone (myself included) figured I'd go nuts and start hoarding cats. Well, we had a second cat move in this summer, through no fault of our own. Her name is Goosey or Little Girl, but really, we've renamed her toilet cat, because mostly, she hangs out by the toilet and hisses and growls when you go near her. It took two weeks before I could touch this animal, and we're still not exactly friends.
You might remember Lily, the Netherland Dwarf rabbit I used to have. She was a little black ball of anger. She would lunge and growl when you tried to feed her. Petting her was out of the question. Her entire life she lived with her cage door wide open, with the opportunity to come out and explore as she wished. But she never seemed to want to. After she passed on, I swore never again. no more rabbits.
In June, Aaron called me from work one day. "Do you want a rabbit?" He found a rabbit in a cage in the basement of one of his properties. Found out it was his tenants granddaughter's. She had fallen on hard times, had to move in with family, and he said no rabbit, no way, no how. So she hid him under a blanket, hoping to find him a home. Aaron said "no bunnies in the dark. I will take him home". She wrote us a two page letter of instruction, and asked to be able to see him again, if we'd be so kind. She was sad to see him go, but was happy she found a good home for him. His name is Harvey now, and he mostly rapes things. Eating and sleeping and binkies, yes, but all he REALLY wants out of life is for you to quit moving so much so he can fuck the shit out of you.
In late August, a friend came over. Saw Harvey hopping around, saw his cage. "Wow, your rabbit has a life compared to my moms boyfriends rabbit. He has all this stuff and toys and what you let him out?!" She told me about what a terrible bunny this one was. It just sits there..... so, I went to see the rabbit. Hoping I could help the owners live more harmoniously with bun. She was sitting scared in a tiny empty cage. I fed her some veggies, and the girls mom right away asked if I wanted him. I said no at first. Two days later I saw she'd been given cat food - nothing else. I brought some bunny food. I tried to talk to them again. "well, we got him for the kids for easter, and they don't like him no more"..... will wonders never cease.
I begged to take bunny home. Aaron gave in to my fostering, temporarily. Barely an acknowledgement of her from the owners. They made up a name on the spot, I could tell - the original name was long forgotten. Bunny became Jack, then Jackie when I was able to actually check the sex. I whispered a promise in her ear that she'll never go hungry or be forgotten again on the night she came home. I realized that the only way I'd ever be able to keep that promise is to keep her with me.
There are few things in this world that are better than taking in a neglected animal and watching her blossom. She did what i'm sure was her first binky in her LIFE approximately five minutes after I let her out the next morning. She's more than doubled in size over this past month - did you know that bunnies grow if you feed them?! She was smaller than Harvey (a 3 lb Holland Lop) when I brought her home, and now I'm wondering if she's part flemish giant or something. She'll be going in for a pre-spay checkup tomorrow, and with some luck, in a few months i'll have them both altered and bonded, and then we can all live in teletubby land.
Life is so fucking good.