#RRBC 30-DAY BLOGGING CHALLENGE DAY 19

I’ve spoken on my blog about my dog, Nounous, but not about my dwarf bunny, Thumper. We bought Thumper for my daughter, and she took him to Binghamton University, where he lived in her dorm suite. Since he made no noise, no one knew he was there except for my daughter’s roommates and friends.

Thumper has a feisty personality. I remember him launching off the wall in the college dorm to return to his crate. In the beginning, he was skittish and would hide under furniture.

In the picture above, he looks enormous, but it’s only the camera’s angle. He’s a small bunny with a huge personality.

Once my daughter moved into an apartment in Manhattan, she didn’t have room for a bunny. Even though I was allergic to him, Thumper became mine. Achoo!

My daughter moved out, and the first day I was alone with Thumper, he plopped onto his side. I ran to his cage, fearing he was dead. I called his name, but he didn’t answer. So, I opened the cage, poked him with my finger, and he jumped upright. That was how I learned bunnies fall over when they go to sleep.

This peaceful-looking bunny is no pushover, even though he falls over. He’s always hated Nounous; I believe he’s jealous the dog gets to hang out and sleep on the bed while he is stuck in a cage. He’d roam free if he didn’t chew wires and everything in the house. One day, Ashley put Thumper on the bed with Nounous and me. All was quiet until Thumper jumped and latched onto Nounous’ ear with his teeth. We had to pry him off the poor doggy. Nounous whimpered but didn’t fight back. Since then, Nounous has been afraid of Thumper, even though he visits the bunny when he’s in his cage.

Nounous was such a good puppy and still is.

A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

babyanimalposts: A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE A boring afternoon at the pet store. “What to do? What to do?” the white cat pondered to herself. The only movement was an annoying fly. It flew around the store. The four kittens followed the fly...

babyanimalposts:

     
A BORING AFTERNOON AT THE PET STORE

A boring afternoon at the pet store.
    “What to do? What to do?”
    the white cat pondered to herself.
    The only movement was an annoying fly.
    It flew around the store.
    The four kittens followed the fly with their eyes.
    In fact, they couldn’t keep their eyes off it.


The fly was black and furry.

    It had unusual yellow stripes down its back.
    The smallest cat wanted it for a new baby brother.
    The Tom cat wanted to swat the thing with his tail.
    The fly finally landed.
    On the Tom cat’s nose.
    “Ouch,” Tom cat screamed out.
    “It bit me!” he said while rubbing his nose.


Fluffy, the big white cat, ran over to Tom.

    She said,”It didn’t bite you but stung you.”
    “Oh no! Oh no! What should I do?”
    Tom ran around in circles.
    The white cat moved closer to look at his nose.
    “It’s fine. If it swells, we’ll put ice on it. It looks better
    than the poor fly.”


The four cats looked down at the fly lying on the ground.

    “It gave its life so it could sting you,” Fluffy said.
    “But why would it do that?” Tom looked confused.
     “It’s the way of life,” Fluffy said in a sad voice.
     “I know! We should bury it with a service and all.”
     The little voice came from the youngest kitten.
     They all agreed with him.


Not having a yard for a burial, they wrapped the fly

     in a tissue and were going to flush it down the toilet.
     But first, the youngest, Squeaky, said a few words.
     Squeaky was sad that the fly didn’t even have a name.
     “Let’s call her Miss Bee,” Fluffy suggested to the group.
     “Why? It was a fly.” Squeaky was upset.
     “No, my dear, she was a bee. And that is why she stung Tom.”
     Squeaky began to cry. 


After wiping his nose and eyes, Squeaky agreed to call

     her Miss Bee.
     “Goodbye, Miss Bee. We’re sorry we didn’t get to know you
     better. I hope you make friends in your new life.”
     With that said, Squeaky flushed the toilet and watched
     Miss Bee float away to her new life.
     “Goodbye Miss Bee,” Squeaky said. “We’ll miss you.”