Clovenstein, the Monster

Clovis got a Frankenrabbit costume for Halloween this year. He's calling himself Clovenstein, the Monster.

Costume Features:

Extra large black rabbit ears, one lop
Stick on neck bolts
Green face paint
Fake forehead scar, stitches and bangs
Extra long yellowish rabbit teeth
Black sweater, brown jacket with 3/4 sleeves
Optional rat tail (He wanted it)
Dark pink toenail polish

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Morning Snooze

I was getting ready for work the other morning and discovered Clovis snoozing as I passed by his room. I thought it a little out of character for him to be sleeping at this hour. I was puzzled. Why is he doing this? 

His location was the giveaway.  Sleeping on a rug I had thrown over the heating vent on the floor of his room this summer.  Chilly morning, furnace on, warm rug. Ahhh...


I covered his vent because he has caught a toenail on it a few times and lost the nail, poor guy! Cold weather is upon us; time for a different plan.

Jealousy

 

"Hmpf! Mom always liked you best!"

I was enjoying my Saturday morning with Clovie.  He was getting lots of "me" time, huddled behind his cage next to me so I could pet him.  When I saw second daughter pull in to the driveway I got up to say hello then returned to sit with Clovie.  She came in to Clovie's room and we chatted for a bit and there was a distinct change in bunny behavior.  Acting up and nipping me!  Jealous of your human sibling, Clovie? 

Have a Nice Trip...

...I'll see you in the fall.  Over the bunny fence I mean. 

I have a rule: must have one hand free for balance when stepping over Clovie's fence. Broke my rule, broke no bones.



Jeez, these humans are clumsy!



I had Clovie's water crock in one hand and a few oats in his food crock in the other.  I got one foot over and then caught the toes of my other foot on the fence and lost it. The water went flying, the oats went flying and so did I.  I landed on a metal/wire shelf, one you can put together like tinker toys, and flattened it. I looked for Clovie, hoping he hadn't been flattened too. Fortunately, he'd high tailed it to a spot behind his cage, and before the dust (and fur) settled he was out Hoovering up the spilled oats.  



Four multicolored bruises, chartreuse to deep purple. 

All four of our family have fallen over that fence. Me twice. One very deep gouge in our beautiful cherry wood floor. For the love of Clovie! Ours cannot be the only clumsy household, can it?



A Moment

It's a foggy Saturday morning, and I am laying near Clovie's window, enjoying the cool marine air. It will be hot again today. It is quiet in my neighborhood and I am concentrating on being in the moment; calm, relaxed, not thinking about what needs to done, and knowing there is nowhere I have to be. Sweet Clovis is laying close behind me and I reach back to pet him. Is he in the moment too? I bury my hand in his soft, soft fur. It is heaven.

Then here it comes...the list! Cleaners, groceries, laundry, what should I write about today?  I need to do this, I need to do that.  I try to repress and go back to being in the moment. With a start, Clovie gets up and races to his box of hay. Was he reading my thoughts?  My moment is gone but I am saving the memory.

Fuzzy Boy

Wow...Clovis is still shedding. This has been going on forever!  I thinks he's given up on grooming so I am taking over, except he's on to me.  He runs for it when I start grabbing the loose tufts, especially from his back end.  Darn it, I really like pulling those tufts out too. When I pet him my whole hand is covered, like I'm wearing a fur glove.

Beach Weekend

Haystack Rock

We had a Labor Day weekend family reunion in Cannon Beach, Oregon. The Oregon coast is really beautiful and we had a great time.  Husband stayed home with Clovie and Minnow and held down the fort while the girls and I had some fun.

Cousins