You asked…

Jen emailed me this question, “What do you do during the day? Do you watch TV?

 

Me with my Twiglet Treat box of yummies

Hello Jen.  Thanks for stopping by and emailing me questions.

 

I love, love, love, love when folks ask me questions or write to say “hello.”

Jen, At around 4 a.m. I start to loudly strum my hutch metal walls. It’s not a nice sound.

Then, if my folks are able to sleep through that (my indoor hutch is in their bedroom), I proceed to Level 2.

I take my baseball-sized ball that has a bell in it to the second floor of my hutch.

Then I fling it down the ramp and it crashes into the wall.  It’s super loud.

Usually  that’s when Mommy or Daddy say, “Lula-Bear, it’s still nighty night time.  Go night night.”  At that point I sometimes comply.  So, I have some hay flakes and hay sticks and I take a nappy.

By about 5:30 a.m. I’m spent.  Time for me to get the heck out of my hutch and play! Mommy or Daddy opens the hutch door, I hop out and jump onto Mommy.

She’s usually asleep until I plunk on her face.  That wakes her up mighty fast.

She rubs my head, which is my favorite place to be rubbed.  She sings her Little Bunny LuLu song to me, “Little Bunny LuLu hoppin’ through the house, chasin’ all the kitty cats..makin’ them go nuts.”

I cuddle with Mommy until Daddy’s ready for work.  Then I follow him down the hall and steps.  He and I race for the cat’s food bowl.

I’m quicker than him.  I can usually snag half a morsel of my kitties’ chow before Daddy grabs the bowl and sets it on the kitchen island.

I haven’t tried to jump onto the island yet, but I can jump over 3.5 feet high, so I might start practicing because I love, love, love Purina Cat Chow.

And my folks say, “No, no LuLu, you can’t have the kitties’ food.”

As soon as my kitty siblings hear me and Daddy coming down the steps, they do a mad-dash-scramble to get to higher ground.

Meaning they get to someplace over 3.5 feet high so I don’t chase and love bite them.

Mommy turns on music in the kitchen.  The kitties and I hang out together.  We like sunning in the front dining room window.

Me and Violet on the bunk beds Daddy made

Daddy made us a three-tiered bunk bed that we love to sit on.

There’s also cat tower “thingie” that has two perches on it.

Mommy scooted a dining room chair over to the window so more kitties can enjoy the beautiful, warm sunshine.

Since I have 8 kitty siblings, usually I can find at least one that either lets me chase him/her; or will let me just sit close by.

Next to sitting in the window, I love sitting under the dining room table.

It’s maple wood and I kind of blend in.

When I was smaller, I could wiggle under the massive table leg spaces.

I’m a teenager in human years, so I can be catty.

I love to chase after the kitties.  When I catch them, I give them a little love bite.

I always catch them because they’re super slow.  In human years, most of them are in their 70s, except for Sophie.

Plus, I hop turbo-fast. They get mad if I bug them too much.  They’ll hiss.  Then I growl, which terrifies them.

These are very wimpy kitties.  When I was an itty-bitty bunny they were scared of me. Now I’m about Chloe’s size, so they really are scared.

Chloe..Mommy calls her Clarice for a reason

For lunch Mommy makes me mixed greens with a berry or two in my mini-bowl.

I usually cuddle more with her and then I’m back to the kitty action.

I mostly hang out with Violet.  She’s a long haired kitty that I think is really a bunny.

A bunny that wears her ears on her fluffy tail.  Anyway, I usually find and sit with Violet.

Violet looking for me

Me and the kitties have golf balls  we love to roll on our tile kitchen floor.  The balls roll in  the grout lines, and it’s like soccer.

Our golf balls make loads of noise on the floor, which we love! Anyone still sleeping, doesn’t like the noise.

Rowen with my Mommy

Reminds me of X-Box Boy

I think X-Box Boy and my older brother Rowen, often hide the balls to keep us from making noise.

But Mommy always puts them back out.We play with these pretend little mice, too.  The kitties like to toss them in the air, and I can do that now, too.

Our Zhu Zhu hamsters

We have Zhu Zhus that make funny noises and are on auto-pilot.

They’re fun to chase after.  I just put a paw on top of the top and press and it springs to life.

Sometimes I enjoy sitting on the leather furniture in the living room because it’s nice and cool, and so soft.

Other times I like sitting on one of the kitty beds that are on my sisters’ beds.  And, I like to sit on the vent because I love cool air.

I like to run super fast up and down the steps.  Flying, with all paws in the air.  I’m Super Bunny!

How I look when called “bunny”

I think it’s so much fun!  My brother, who I call XBox Boy, comes out of his sun room man cave once in awhile and calls me “bunny.”

I don’t like being called “bunny.”  Grrrrrrr

He doesn’t much like me because I bully him.  When no one’s looking I chase him growling and then I nip his heels.

X-Box Boy was the baby of the family until I came along.  I think he’s working through those issues with me getting all the attention.

I have to tell you that I laugh so hard when I see X-Box Boy (who is nearly 6″ tall and weighs about 165 pounds) run away from a four-pound bunny.

See how tall X-Box Boy is!

Every time he comes out of his man cave, I chase him.

When Mommy’s not looking I really go for him! Mommy snapped a pic of him running away with me leaping into the air to get him.

The patch on the wall is from X-Box boy opening the door too far and it booya-d the wall.

And all my eBay stuff makes the master bedroom full of stuff I’m sorting through.  So, please excuse my mess.

Me flying through the air after X-Box-Boy

As you can see, I enjoy playing with the kitties and cuddling throughout the day.  In the evening my folks sit in their bed and watch TV.

That’s when I sit at the bottom of their bed and munch on my Twiglet Treats (organic twigs that I even have available for sale), hay and sprinkled bunny treats that I forge for in the bottom of the box.

You can order these from me.  Twiglet Treats.

Mommy brushes me for what seems like a very, very long time.  Then she rubs my head.

I like to take a fast hop onto Mommy because she’s like a trampoline.  She’s so soft to jump on.

At around 10 p.m. my folks put me in my hutch.

They have a cover that goes over the outside, which seems to help me relax and sleep.

By 10 p.m. I’m tired as can be and ready to head to the second floor cubby of my hutch and fall asleep.

You asked about TV.  This will sound nutty, but I like the Moonshiners reality TV show.

Maybe it’s the woods or the funny way they talk.  Whatever it is, I like it. I like Jeopardy, too.

Me watching Moonshiners

I like watching the real-life vet shows, especially Dr. Pol. But, most of the time, I don’t pay attention to the TV.  I’m just there for the cuddles.

I’d love to hear from you! Please use my contact form to send me questions.  I give advice, too.  Although it’s silly.

I’m not an expert on anything, other than maybe eating.

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If you can, maybe, please buy something from my store.  I have loads of stuff.

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Ten hundred times..and a walk down memory lane

I love to lick Mommy’s face!

Today, I’ve licked my Mommy’s face ten hundred times.  I love to sit on Mommy’s shoulder and lick her cheek and chin.

My Mommy sits on her bed reading a book.  I jump onto the bed, then spring onto her. Then I jump off..then back on.  Over and over.

I fly through the air with my jolly jumps and hop of Mommy.  I think she’s a trampoline!  It’s the best time ever.

Everybody comes from somewhere ~ memories

All our kitties came to us homeless.  These are their stories.

Oreo was sitting in the middle of a busy street next to what appeared to be his smashed Mommy who sadly was run over by a car.

Chloe was a stray barn kitten at a pumpkin farm.

Chloe..Mommy calls her Clarice for a reason

Violet and Sadie are sisters.  They were stray barn kitties, too. Mommy and Daddy bottle fed them.

Mommy was horrified to see a kitty run over right in front of our old house. She rushed the kitty to the vet, but sadly it had passed.  The remaining kitty needed a home.  We named him Otis Byerly.

We fostered Maggie Mae and her daughter Zoe and then adopted them.

Feefers is fun!

Sophie was a kitten when she was thrown from a moving car. Daddy took her right to the vet.  Fortunately, she didn’t have a scratch on her.

About 8 years ago, Mommy’s 17-year-old kitty, named Brittany Dawnie, passed away.  She was Mommy’s first kitty, rescued from a friend’s barn.

Ginger found on a cold snowy road

The Christmas before last, our family said goodbye to beloved Gingie Bug, she was 21 years old.

Mommy found her on a freezing cold Christmas Eve, sitting alone.

Drew found us at our new house

 

Last Christmas, our Drewbie passed.  He was 19, which is a long time for a cat with FIV to survive. Drewbie found us when we moved into our new house.

Our family has been blessed to share life with such wonderful animals. And I love being the only bunny, because I’m spoiled rotten and I love it!!

The money I earn from eBay helps underwrite care for me and my 8 geriatric feline rescue kitties.  

If you can, please buy something from my store.  I have loads of stuff.  Please share this with other and post anywhere you can.  Many thanks                                                                                                    xo, LuLu

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Crazy people are cancer

When my folks posted my picture in our pool, a bunch of wackos decided I was abused.  My folks got nasty emails; some with threats.  People were more than a little nuts; they were freaking insane.

Over 700 people had nasty stuff to say.  I know because I read the petition.

The consensus was that bunnies can never, ever encounter water.  Some said that when bunnies hit water they have a heart attack and die.  FALSE.

Another said I was tied to a noodle.  Some said I was thrown in my pool for publicity purposes.The range of made up stuff was outlandish. MORE FALSE STUFF.

Then people who have never even seen me decided that stuff on my blog, that was satire, was me being abused.

I share this because my folks and I wasted time and emotion on  people who have the intelligence of  an empty shoe box.

When people attack you, it’s natural to want to fight back.  Especially when the accusations are bogus.

We think if we say the right words, people will see our point of view. We line up logic and we rattle off reason; and all it does it make the crazies more determined to sack us.

There are loads of crazies.  Nothing you can say or do will ever change their mind.  They’re narcissistic sociopaths that are like cancer.  When you let them get to you, they eat away at you.

You can only control yourself.  Wasting time trying to get others to change or see your point of view is as effective as trying to brush your teeth while eating Oreos.  Futile.

The best thing to do with these folks, is to block and ignore them.

Block them on all social media platforms, and in your email program.  Report threats to authorities, but never, ever reply directly to the crazy.

When you don’t reply, the loons get bored and slither back into their holes.  No matter how insulting, outlandish, threatening or just plain ignorant, block and ignore.

The crazies spent time and effort advocating for a well loved bunny enjoying life in suburbia; while countless animals are horribly abused and neglected ever day.

But these animal rights activists don’t care about real abuse.  They care about judging, chastising and shaming.

Surround yourself with people who like you and support you.  Always walk away from the assholes.

P.S.  Since the screwballs labeled my folks animal abusers (which is NOT true), my eBay sales are down.  

The money I earn from eBay helps underwrite care for me and my 8 geriatric feline rescue kitties.  

If you can, please buy something from my store.  I have loads of stuff.  Please share this with other and post anywhere you can.  Many thanks  xo, LuLu

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Not so nice

The more I learn about the internet, the more I realize folks are not so nice.

I posted a pic of my couple minutes in our pool and  a few people went nuts.

Then more people started supporting me and telling the bullies to back off.

I thank the kind bunny people who believe I am LuLu instead of just “a rabbit.”

I’ve seen my vet several times.  She says I’m in great health.

Mommy and Daddy know my personality.  I’m adventurous and enjoy all kinds of stuff.

For some reason, some “rabbit people” believe they should determine what I eat, where I sleep, how I hop (harness vs no harness), and how I interact with water.

This literally blows my bunny mind. They’re more qualified than my folks and my vet?    I’m a very happy, albeit spoiled, bunny.

When people who’ve never seen me start bashing my folks telling them what I can and cannot do, it makes me upset. And, if the mean folks come a little closer, I will have no problem biting you.  Ask my brother, xBox Boy, how hard I bite when I’m being a bully.

I’m more upset by the backlash of folks criticizing, threatening and just being nasty to my folks, then any stress from water, a harness and snacks.

There are no two bunnies alike.  Just because we hop and have fur doesn’t mean we’re the same. Are you the same as Donald Trump, or Madonna, or Jimmy Fallon?

No, you aren’t.  Just because you’re a person, it doesn’t mean all people are the same. I have no idea why this is so tough for the simpletons to get their pea brains to understand.. Maybe it’s because they don’t have minds.

Judging my folks and being so horrible, is unnecessary and immature.  Mind your own business.  If you don’t like seeing the stuff I do, then don’t read it. You want to call your attorney, or the IRS, or PETA or someone else, have at it.  It will turn out badly for you.

I don’t need you to advocate for me.  My folks do a damn great job taking care of me.

Here’s the brouhaha from my pool picture.  Boneheads even created a petition to protect me.

Folks, there are starving animals in your community that could use a hand getting some food.  Helpless animals are getting beaten relentlessly.

The time you waste stalking me and my folks could be put to better use helping these animals.

Contact your local volunteer center or United Way to learn about rewarding volunteer opportunities. Or click here.

P.S.  I had shared with you that I help pay for care for myself and my 8 geriatric rescue kitties by selling on eBay.

I’ve got some really neat stuff. Designer jewelry, awesome Lego plates and tons more.

Please consider buying from me and sharing my link on your Facebook, Twitter and other social media.  That would mean a lot to me.

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Sorry Granny, I’m late like mommy

I’m late on my Friday Granny McClamroch post. My Mom’s always late.  She told Daddy that when she passes, she wants a Post It note where her casket should be with “Be there in 15 minutes.”  Then 15 minutes later, another note, “En route, be there soon.”  Then 30 minutes later, her casket would be wheeled in with  another,”Sorry. Thanks for waiting.”

Last Friday I wrote that I was going to share something each Friday about my Granny.  Remember, I’m named after her Poker name, Flashy LuLu.  So, I’m LuLu.

Granny

Nancy McClamroch wanted her grand kids to call her “granny.”  She passed before I arrived,  but I’ve heard all about her.  I know she would’ve loved me, especially since she wouldn’t be allergic to me.  She was allergic to cats and dogs, but mom said she had Angora shirts, which means she wouldn’t have been allergic to my Angora fur!

Here’s Friday’s Granny feature, just two days late.

Granny was thrilled to be one of the founding members of the Lebron James Grandmother’s Club.  Not only did she love LeBron James (even when he went to Miami), but she loved spending time having fun with the other grandmothers.  She said they were vivacious and hilarious with great stories to share.

They country line danced at nursing homes, which was such fun.  The residents were delighted and the grandmothers enjoyed performing. Want to join?  Just click here for more information.

Hop, skip and a jump over my cat

Me with Violet

I love chasing Violet.  Then I hop over her.  It’s awesome to run and jump and play, but I’m thinking it’s making her nutty because she bit me.  Youwch!

                                                 

Otis Byerly

Otis is a little harder to jump over.  He’s huge.  I tried and landed on him. He hissed and swatted me.  That made me mad so I nipped his tail and hopped away to find one of my other 7 kitty siblings to play.  None want to play during the day.

These cats sleep all day then chase each other at night screeching and scraping nail over our hardwood floors. They need put on a sleep schedule. I need playmates during the day!

Yesterday Violet sat nose-to-nose with me.  I sat on the cat tower and she wad on the second-level vat bunk bed.  It was cool to see her pretty violet-gray hued coat.  She’s soft, too.  She cleaned my face, which tickled. I think I’m growing on her.Happy dance! xo, LuLu

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Where’s Little Bunny LuLu?

My 8 fuzzy feline sibs treat me like Waldo, from the “Where’s Waldo” series of book. They’re perpetually on the LuLu look out.

Little Bunny LuLu

 

For hide & seek, the kitty brigade always hides and I always seek.

Hmmm..I might develop a complex about this. But, no worry because I am very, very, VERY good at finding every last one of them!  Yeah, me!

O-REO! ~The cat who cuddles even strangers

Oreo

Oreo, the black and white Calico we call O! prefers to hide atop the refrigerator where no bunny in her right mind would even try to make a leap to. That’s around 10+” high and my thumpers aren’t geared for that kind of spring!

Chloe ~ Clarice ~ The “I do bite” kitty

Clarice gets top billing on the bunks

Chloe, the choleric personality (Mommy calls her Clarice ) tucks herself betwix and between sheets on my brothers’ unmade beds.Her orange, white and tan Calico splotches blend  with the rumpled sheets.  Sometimes the only inkling of her whereabouts is a lump!

Violet (bottom bunk) peeks up at LuLu this afternoon while sunning

 

 

Violet ~ Pelota-Velota ~The ride or die chick

Violet is too big and furry to even try to hide.  Especially since she is long overdue for a grooming and shave.

Violet is a ride or die chick. Her largess blunts her jump.  Meaning she does regular face plants smack dab into the maple cupboards.  Even so, she continues trying until finally someone picks her up or she gets there on her own.

You have to respect that kind of focus.  Although it’s funny to watch, I always feel bad for her.  By about the 20th jump she looks exhausted, humiliated and ready to give up.

Violet is lately  my No. 1 favorite cat this week.  I think she’s a bunny that wears her ears on her tail.  She’s a long-haired, deep violet-gray  dilute tortie  She’s shaped like a big mom bunny and she just seems bunnyish to me.  Like me, she doesn’t meow, but makes a series of peculiar noises.  Another clue that she’s really a bunny.

Sadie Sue ~ Subie ~ The gazelle food nabber

The napping gazelle, Subie!

Sadie Sue, our resident bug eater, is easy to find.  Call out “cat nip” or open a can of wet cat food and there she is.  By “bug eater” I mean she has this sensai way of drawing even a ceiling fly to her level where she snatches  and eats it.  She’s brave enough to take one for the team with stink bugs.

Her every move is swift as a gazelle  She is fast, agile and knows what she wants.  If you leave food unattended,  expect Sadie  to snatch and run schlepping it to an under-bed location where no one can take back her conquest. That makes Sadie easy to find.

Sadie Sue, called Sue or Subie, enjoys tormenting xBox Boy, too.  On more than 9 occasions, Sadie‘s made off with xBox Boy’s Subway sandwich or McDonald’s burger.  He never learns. If she snags a Five Guys Burger…Yikes!  Kedrick might even weep.

Sadie‘s shazam-fast. Subie needs about a  half second to bat out of H-E- double L with your grub.  Especially if it’s pizza, any kind of meat, pasta or General Tso’s chicken. A momentary look away and Sadie‘s Houdini-gone with your goods.

xBox Boy v. Sadie ~ And the winner is….Shazam!

Sadie stealing his food drives XBox boy bat-poo crazy.  Even so, I guarantee he’ll leave something he really wants to eat unattended and it’ll be whisked away by sneaky Sadie.

The rest of the meow bunch

There are, of course, more cats..but it’s a nice day and you should be enjoying it instead of reading about where I find my kitties and how odd their fun nuances are.  I promise to tell you about the others another time.

Thank you for hoping alongside.  I love seeing you.  Jot a comment or send me a message.  I’d love to hear from you.

Hop to my stores 

For now, please head off to my eBay store to see the vintage and modern jewelry, baubles and wares and then to my Supplies Go Round® ~ One-Stop, Quality, Clean, USED, Retail-Packaged Lego® Shop for a ton of incredible Lego deals. xo, LuLu

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Riding the vent

When it’s nearly 90 degrees, I plunk onto the vent in our guest room enjoying the smooth flow of cool air ~riding the vent

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Plunked

We are family..I got all my felines and me

Check out my feline sibs, and my funny daddy. I love this goofy family.  Be sure to open the pics to see the captions. And, like I mentioned yesterday..I know Violet is a bunny! Unfortunately, she ran when we tried to take pics..we’ll get some soon.

My silly daddy

See…he’s goofy

And, I love him

My wool makes the perfect Fu Manchu

It looks real

Best goatee ever!

Me taking off after Scardy Cat

Daddy watching me go in the pita chip bag

Daddy seeing me poo on his bed

Maggie Mae..the Alpha car

Chloe..Mommy calls her Clarice for a reason

Daddy with Scardy Cat

Clarice gets top billing on the bunks

Cozy Daddy until..

Scardy Cat flips him over…

Scardy Cat with Daddy

Cat-house ballet

Sophie’s rendition of Kim Kardashian

Yowling a hello

Feefers is fun!

Who me? Nope..didn’t do it.. It was Sadie.

Sadie Sue was sleeping

Still sleeping Sue…hmm..did LuLu dump the cats’ water bowl?

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Pez dispenser on speed

What happened … poo balls are rolling out of me nonstop! I fill the litter boxes  and the whole darn house. My folks are ready to revoke my full-house access. My turbo poo is out of control.

I have litter boxes everywhere. My sibling kitties use the litter boxes..why can’t I get all my poo in the box? HELP!

Also, I started this wild scratching then biting ritual whenever I sit on mommy.  She doesn’t like it one bit and said she’s going to nip me back next time I take a bite of her.  Her chompers are way bigger than mine so I’m not biting her anymore.

Boo-Boo

When I went back to the vet, I had to get a couple staples.  Ouch…next time anyone wants to clip my fluff, I’m running away from home! The staples stays for a couple weeks, then back to the vet to get them taken out. And,   I’m still on meds for Pasteurella.

xBox Boy AKA Scardy Cat

My brother just finished school for the year.  Now I can torment him 7 days a week. Yippee!! I’m coming for you Pook!

Poor Design

Whoever designed my indoor hutch needs to get a different day job. It’s made of cheap wood that I just about ate my way through.  The bottom floor has no pull out litter tray.  And the ramp is a hazard. Hmm..I better sell more eBay stuff so I can get another hutch.  This one gets two bunny feet down!

Crash Landing

I flanked my blanket and some soft toys at the bottom of the ramp in my hutch so that when  I crash land I don’t knock myself unconscious hitting the wall.

Then Mommy cleans my cage and folds the blanket and puts it away..unbeknownst to me.  I pay no attention going up the ramp..then run down and SMASH-CRASHED a face-plant onto the splintered wood wall. I was out cold for a good while..when I came to I hopped crooked and looked like a drunk bunny for the rest of the day.

Note to folks: Don’t move my blanket and toys!!! Another couple smash-crashes and I’ll have a scrambled brain.

Tickles

My Mommy giggles when I lick her face. I like that! Oh, and I have a new noise.  I kind of purr and I can growl, too.

I started yawning a lot and I still smell like onions, but everybody loves me anyway.  I think I need another bunny to keep me company.  My eight feline sibs won’t play.  They still run away from me…sniffles…I need a pal.

xo,

LuLu

 

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The short sticks are yummy

Little Bunny LuLu here…three months old and loving life.

About the short stick: I really like them.  Mommy got me these yummy short pear and blueberry branches and they are delish.

I like when she cracks them in the middle so I can stick both sides in my mouth and hop around looking like I have tusks.

So, the short stick is yummy. Now for the long “shtick.” I’m an English Angora BUNNY.  That means I’m naturally a rather ridiculous puff.

English Angora Rabbit

I don’t like hair in my food.  Or in my eyes.  Or in my nose.  My goodness, I couldn’t find my feet.  Can you imagine using the litter box with this frock?  Umm..GROSS!.

To make me feel better about the hairy mess, Daddy bought bandage scissors to thatch my bush. Bandage scissors are supposed to

Bandage Scissors that don’t cut skin.

NOT cut skin. Well, they cut skin.  Yowchie!

I let out a yelp when Mommy accidentally snipped me when she was trying to get rid of a mat at the nape of my neck. Since I’m small, it’s kind of hard to brush there. A knotted  fur ball like my kitty siblings siblings yack  grew BIG!

Mommy and Daddy took me  to MedVet 

They were really nice and fixed my boo-boo.  It’s almost all better now! My hair grows super fast.  Even clippers can cut me because my skin is paper-thin and stretchy.Maybe tomorrow Mommy and Daddy will  gently clip me.  Daddy will help keep me still..because I’m like a kernel of corn in the microwave..I pop.  I wiggle.  I fidget.

I love my short hair.

Me in my new, bright-striped tunic

I especially am beautiful in my twill dresses. My 80s-style hair was incompatible with my wardrobe. If you have a furry friend, check out these  beautiful dresses.

Today I wore this yellow twill dress today.  Until I hopped out of it. My fuzzy feline sister Sadie Sue tried to eat the twill.  Luckily Mommy grabbed it in time.  Sadie Sue has a knack for eating just about everything. Earrings, Lego parts, paper, string, ribbon, plants, dryer sheets, paper, small toys, twist ties.  We can’t leave anything small out..otherwise Sadie Sue eats it.  It’s pretty gross when she erps it back up.

She’s eaten my brother Kedrick‘s pricey earbuds, headphone cords, pencil toppers.  Subie, our nickname for Sadie Sue, isn’t picky about non-food item edibles. She’s nutty.  I think she taught my feline brother Otis that bad habit because now he eats small Lego parts. I chomped on a Lego part.  Then I threw it aside.  Blah! No taste!  And I couldn’t even get my front tooth chomped into it.

I prefer strawberries, grapes, spinach, papaya, pineapple, pretzel bunny treats and crumbs of junk food littered around my brother Kedrick‘s bed.  Kedrick‘s a hot mess when it comes to messes.  Food, soda cans..it looks like a post-party frat house. Bad for Mommy and Daddy, but good for a little bunny who loves to eat sweets and crunchy chips.

My favorite habit is to nip Mommy’s unsuspecting foot.

Nipping Mommy’s foot.

You can see my stitches in this pic. That was a couple days ago.  My boo-boo is nearly better now.  I have to go back to the vet for a check up.  I’m just three months old and I’ve already been to the vet twice.  Once for a baby bunny well check and then for my boo-boo.

I’m loving being spoiled. I’m helping my folks with the vet bill by selling on eBay.  Take a look. They have all kinds of vintage and modern jewelry, tons of Lego parts and a whole bunch of other fun stuff. They always list more so stop back often. Here’s the website daddy’s been working on..loads of Lego parts on his Supplies Go Round website.

Up next…more about my brother Rowen and why I always pee on Daddy.

P.S.  I love Donald Trump‘s hair.

 

Z-Ball ~my fuzzy friend

Meet Z.  One of my eight fuzzy feline friends.Her name is Zoé. Mommy calls her Z-ball or Z!  She’s a silver ball of fur that “mewps.”

Z-ball ~ My fuzzy feline friend

 

She’s on the shy side. Kedrick (my human brother , a.k.a Xbox Boy) says Z‘s afraid of faces.

Z loves sitting under our high-top, glass kitchen table to mull around feet hoping for head taps and tummy rubs.

Z‘s not afraid of me.  She sniffs me. Then runs alongside during my super-speedy loops around the kitchen, dining room, living room, foyer and steps.

Z taught me how to jump like a cat and scale steps like a pro!  I can jump about 3 feet high. And, I run the stairs- up and down-faster than the fuzzies!   Mom says I’m like popcorn..pop here, pop there, pop everywhere.

Sometimes the other fuzzies scream and howl at each other..it’s freaky.  Z-Ball just plods along. Low key and lovable.  Me and Z.  Happy as can be.

xo,

LuLu

P.S  You have to stop by Daddy’s Supplies Go Round ~ One Stop Used Lego Shop.  Loads of cool stuff.  Paypal welcome! Not part of Lego Group.

Proceeds help fund the cat caboodle +1 bunny. 

Then check out Dad’s eBay stuff..  Vintage and modern jewelry, more Lego, Coach purses, odds and ends..an eclectic mix of fun finds.