We’re not animal nuts.
Honestly.
I know you may be skeptical, given the ridiculous number of dog, cat, bird, cow, elk, and now bunny pieces we have posted.
Did I miss one?
However, when a photo op hops directly into your path as you’re on your way out to Buddy and Ute’s garage to get more beer for the next round of Trivial Pursuit and the camera is at hand, what is one to do?
And besides, who doesn’t think a handful of baby bunny nibbling on grass is so dang cute it gives you hiccups?
Wait… Maybe that was the beer. Whatever.
Yeah, yeah… We know our readers would probably prefer profound insights into our deep and thoughtful discussions on global issues of great importance.
It’s not that we don’t have those, or that we aren’t willing to share.
It’s just that every time I settle in front of the computer and am chewing my knuckle in contemplation about where to begin the brilliance…
… it’s gone.
* HA! It wasn’t until 24 hours later that an astute reader sent us the question, “How did you know it was a rabbi? Was it wearing a yarmulke?” that we realized this was a reasonable reading of the word “rabbi.” Our intention was, of course, to reference to the kids’ camp song
“Little Rabbit Foo Foo, running through the forest…” Having managed to misspell every single word in the title of the post, however, merely underlines my point about the brilliance, so I’m leaving ‘er as she sits.
Just so no one is confused by our previous post…
… we have nothing against cats.
This is Gadget, a dear buddy from the past.
Gadget was a great latte, blanket, and recliner pal first thing in the morning.
I miss her.
What I don’t miss is the red itchy eyes, hair standing up on the back of my neck, or hives when I would forget to wash my hands after snuggle time.
The issue isn’t fur: it’s saliva. Apparently, neither of our immune systems can handle kitty spit.
My comment about cats spurred me to sort through our photo archives, where I discovered I have few shots of serendipitously encountered cats.
The Sylvesters (see the Tweety twap?) of the planet don’t tend to congregate in public places like their canine counterparts do…
… which makes finding one in a photogenic setting especially satisfying.
Ironically, immediately after we posted the puppy piece, we got to meet and hang with several new feline pals.
This is Edie of Ocean City, MD. Edie is a sink sitter.
Life holds no greater joy for Edie than getting the chance to stick her head under a stream of cool running water while an obliging member of the staff brushes their teeth. This is lovely fun for about 45 seconds, or until you realize there is a car full of hot people waiting for you to finish brushing your teeth so they can head to the beach.
Edie cares not about matters relating to hot cars or beaches. Fun is fun. That’s all.
This is Maggie of Leesburg, VA. She’s a rescued part Maine Coon cat.
Beyond grooming her magnificent mane and indulging paparazzi, this is what Maggie does. Being fabulously gorgeous takes a lot of beauty rest.
Toby concurs, although his duties lay in a somewhat less glamorous domain: he must snuggle the staff and consume kitty kibble with only four teeth. Specifics notwithstanding, one simply MUST get adequate rest if one is to maintain.
All told, we like cats. But until they stop doing this…
… we’ll stay on the puppy track.
