Dear Okrah

Dear Okrah,

No, Clovie. It's O P R A H, not O K R A. Okra is food.


Oh. Do I eat okra? Does Oprah?

No, you haven't had okra. Oprah probably has.

Maybe I should. Put that on your shopping list.

Uh, okay...Back to your letter?


Dear O P R A H,


I heard you decided to throw in the towel after 25 years. I've never seen your show but I have been listening to it from another room off and on for almost 5 years. It must have been good because sometimes when a commercial came on my owner would run in to clean my litter box and run back out when the commercial was over so she wouldn't miss anything.


I never did hear you talk about the mistreatment of bunnies, or what great pets bunnies make.  That would have been a good show. My 20 followers would have really enjoyed it. Now that you have more time on your hands, you and Steadman might want to consider adopting a few of us.  We're cute, smart, very soft and quiet, we don't slobber like your dogs and most of us use a litter box. 

I heard you tell people they should find their passion and follow it.  My have found my passion and it is FOOD!  If you have something sweet in your hand I will follow it ANYWHERE!  So that's good advice. You also said we are all WORTHY.  My owner says I am alot of work but I'm WORTH it.  So I guess that's true. 

My owner says you are an extraordinary woman living an extraordinary life and you have done a lot of good for people.  You could probably do alot for bunnies too. I could help you spread the word if you want. Have your people contact my people.  Let's do lunch. I'll have salad.

Well, I guess that's about it. Good job and good luck!

Bunny Licks and Kisses,
Clovis 

Sunday Prayer

...and thank you for letting us live on earth another day.  Amen

Saturday Observations

I really enjoy Saturday mornings, my relaxing, communal time with Clovis, my reward at the end of a work week.  This morning while I was reading the paper and he eating his breakfast, I noticed something amiss - his carrot stuck in his teeth! Apparently we are due for another tooth trim. Poor guy!  What would he have done if I wasn't there to dislodge it?

After breakfast he hunkered down for some petting. He is incredibly soft. When I stopped, he just lay there with his little eyes closed, completely content. I was content too.

Lucky Boy

It's a beautiful, sunny Saturday morning. I have much to do and little to say.  If I had my choice, I would lay in the sun and do nothing. Like Clovis, lucky boy.

Cat and Mouse

Our cat, Minnie, has a nightly ritual. It involves a little finger puppet mouse that once belonged to our girls. 

When we have gone to bed and the house is quiet, Minnie finds her mouse, picks it up and carries it, yowling loudly as she goes. Her little rhapsody, almost painful to listen to, lasts just a minute. At the end, the mouse is deposited and Minnie goes off to sleep. 

Every morning we find the mouse in a different location; outside our bedroom door, on the stairs, next to Clovis' cage. This morning it was in my art room where I petted her good night before I went to bed last night.

I believe in her little cat mind, she goes on a nightly hunt in the dark jungle, capturing a wild animal and leaving it to us as an offering.  A generous contribution to the family.

Beware the Unknown Spell

 Kiss a prince once. Kiss a prince twice...

Kiss a prince thrice...