Wednesday, October 31, 2012

[Bunny Stories] Another Hallowe'en Tale

"It's my turn!" said Umbra after everyone had had their shivers over Maddy's tale. The lionhead reluctantly gave up her spot in the light for the black rabbit. The flickering fake candle made her black glossy fur seem to just eat the light. It was hard to see where she ended and shadows began. The light also seemed to make her eyes glow red, growing brighter then deeper as the light changed.

"Back before bunnies had the closet system, we traveled by actual tunnel. Anyone who has seen Bugs Bunny knows the ones I mean." There was much nodding, everyone knew Bugs! Even if he was a rather typical Dutch bunny, he was epitomy of bunny ingenuity. 

"Late one night, two bunnies, a kit and her dam, were travelling by tunnel when the rain that had been going on and off all day turned into a deluge. Down came the rain, so hard it started leaking into the tunnels. For all that the tunnels made travel faster and safer, they weren't waterproof. Soon it got so bad the two buns were soaked to their hocks and had to abandon the tunnels before they got covered from tail to ear in mud." Umbra's nose wiggled madly.

"They clambered out of the nearest exit hole to find themselves out in the cold, wet, night." Umbra huddled down as if caught on cold rain. "'Momma,' said little Lucy Bun, 'What'll we do?' Her mother turned to her and said 'We'll just have to find somewhere dry to wait out the storm.' and so, she periscoped about, sniffed the air and started to hop in what seemed like a random direction." Umbra echoed the periscoping and sniffing.

"Sure enough, they soon saw a flickering glow through the rain. They were hopping with a bit more haste than cautiousness, a haste that got greater when the first bolt of lightning cracked across the sky!" A loud thump, Umbra acted out the lightning, causing several buns to jump and then try to look like everyone BUT them had been startled.

"The two rabbits found themselves coming up on what looked like a classic English cottage. They huddled under the overhang of the front door and finally Momma Bun thumped on the door." Umbra thumped against the coffee table leg, an echoing thudding noise in the strained silence of the room.  They pressed up against each other, wet fur still offering some body heat as the door creaked open, a pair of red eyes looking out." Umbra huddled down and acted like she was creeping forward.

'"Yes?' said a quivering voice, 'What are you doing out in this storm?' It sounded like an elderly female bun. The eyes, that seemed to be reflecting the lightning strikes, backed up and the two cautiously crept in. 'My pardon, Lady Doe, but we were travelling and got caught in the weather. Perchance can we rest on your rug until it passes?' As they got into the foyer, their eyes adjusted to see they looked upon a little white rabbit so old her fur had started to turn grey. 'Oh goodness, of course you can!' the elderly bun told them and led them into the living room. 'Now you just wait here!' and before they could agree, or not, the doe had hopped out of the room with surprising dexterity in one so old."

Umbra sat back down, meatloafing, "They sat in front of the fireplace that was mostly embers but still glowing. There was plenty of light for them to see by. 'Momma, I'm hungry' complained little Lucy bun. 'I know, sweetheart, but not much to be done now. You'll have to wait till we can see grass outside.' Lucy made a grumbling noise and turned away from her mother to sulk. The sulk was interupted by their host returning, pushing along a couple of hay pans. 'Now, I can't have you starving and wasting away on the hearth. My mother raised me better than that!'"

"Momma Bun quickly got to her feet to take the hay pans. They were surprisingly heavy for the ease the elderly doe had seemed to have. They were topped to over flowing with fresh orchard hay. A luxury, indeed. 'Oh, how can we ever thank you for this kindness?' asked Momma Bun. The elderly bun smiled at her, 'You bring life and youth to my house, that's thanks enough. Its a little thing, I do not get much company any more.' Momma Bun thanked her again, Lucy Bun piped in with several thanks before dragging the smaller pan nearer to the fire before diving in, literally, to the hay."

Umbra mimicked a dive and munch. "The elderly bun left them to their late dinner and to dry by the fire. Tummies full, bodies warm, it wasn't long before they both fell asleep, little Lucy crawling over to sleep by her Momma's side."

Umbra stretched and shook a hind leg before settling once more. "Momma Bun was the first to wake when a breeze ruffled her fur. Startled she opened her inner eyelid and looked around. The pretty, compact and warm little house of the night before had turned into what looked like a burnt out ruin! The rafters were charred, the thatched roof was gone, the wood floor was cracked and peeling, the walls missing. She was staring, wide-eyed and stunned when Lucy Bun woke beside her and yipped. 'Momma! What happened?' Lucy cried. 'I don't know!' Momma answered, honestly. The rain had stopped, but there were no puddles on the floor, inside the ruined home was bone dry. 'But I think we should go..' She got up out of the hay pan that was now filled with old, brittle blades. Still edible, but not the tasty orchard hay bed it had been the night before."

Umbra hunched up, whites of her eyes flashing in the flickering light. "The two bunnies hurried out of the decayed building, grateful to see the sun peeking out through the clouds, a few beams showing in the early morning light. The trail of their earlier passage wasn't hard to find and follow. When they came upon a badger sticking his nose out from his den amongst the roots of an ash tree, Momma Bun stopped. 'Excuse me, Sir, what can you tell me about the house over there?' She nodded towards the way they'd came."

Umbra hunched, doing her best badger impression, "'Y'mean Old Lady Pawlina's place?' the badger growled, 'Been gone since the fire twenty-five years back. 'Ole Red Fox was tryin' to steal her land, but after a fire durin' a storm with no lightnin', any time he tried to go near the land he ran a scared. No one would go near it. Its haunted they say.' The badger turned his back towards them and dug a few pawfuls of dirt in their direction. 'I don't much care, I keeps to my own business!' the badger said over his shoulder before going back into his den."

Umbra sat back down, nose behind the electric candle, causing her shadow to jump all over the walls, "'Momma?' asked Lucy Bun, wide-eyed and worried. Momma wasn't much more steady, but she squared her tail and said 'Not all people are bad, so I guess not all ghosts are either. Maybe we should go leave some dandelions as a thank you.'"

Umbra's ears twitched, "And so they did, a warm breeze fluttering their fur when they turned to leave, continuing on their journey to Albuquerque."

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

[Peoples Update] News from Sandy

(Whoops.. Wrong Sandy..)

The quick bun round up.. The Harper Warren is groovy. Some downed trees, but nothing on them or their's. The buns are munching on hay and wondering what all the fuss was about. The Momma (the human)'s storm caused migraine is in retreat and the Dadda is inspecting the property in Marc Collie's memory.

Jade and Mr Mick are groovy. Their power went out last night so Jade was forced to spend the evening snuggling with a demanding diva of a bun. (What's a male diva called?) She's posting on Facebook and in good spirits for someone with no power. Looks like they have a tree down across their road preventing power restoration at the moment, but other than a broken screen door, they came out okay.

The Brown warren is both okee and dokee. Sleep loss and possible extra coffee drinking today, but all golden.

Keep your paws dry, peeps!

[Bunny Stories] Happy (Scary!) Halloween!

It was a wet and windy night. The wind was howling around the house, causing the tall trees nearby to creek and dance, threatening to fall at any moment. The rain was pounding down outside, drilling against the roof, splashing on the sidewalk, and threatening to overflow from the small rivers that were rushing down the road. They were on the high ground, but it was starting to seem not high enough.

A group of bunnies were curled up, flopped out, or nomming their way through the night, in Mr Mick's warren. His Momma had finally gone to bed and it was time for the annual spooky story swap. He didn't know if the annual bunny party was going on or not, the silly storm had caused so much trouble already, but who would stop them from having a scary night in a storm? Why, that would just be counterproductive!

"Okay, it's my turn!" Maddy said, going to stand behind the electric "candle", so he shadow flickered over the gathered warren of buns.  "It was a dark and stormy night, or so I was told.." she started off, voice low as the rabbits gathered wiggled and twitched in eagerness for a tall tale.

"Every Halloween, the kits were warned not to go out alone at night. There was a fox who hunted the hen houses, often starving because the farmers were smarter than him. This fox, once a year, would hunt rabbits. He would dress up in a costume and he would pretend to be giving out candy, but really, he was just getting scents and making notes of houses he would visit later in the night, when little kits and their parents were asleep!" Maddy wiggled her ears, causing shadows to dance across the walls.

"One year, the parents got together, all the bunnies, the mice, all the lagomorphs and rodents and even a grey parrot! They went door to door and found the fox by the tail that flicked out from under his sheet. They grabbed the fox and they tied him up and they buried him under the big oak tree in the yard and stood guard until they knew he was good and dead.  They felt bad to have killed, but they felt better for their children, knowing that their kits would be safe that night and next year."

Maddy leaned closer to the flickering, battery powered, candle. "The next year came around, and several kits came scrambling home to their parents, squibbling about how a fox had tried to get them. But not a normal fox, no, this was a zombie fox, a fox whose flesh was falling from him, who had worms in his snout and dirt in his fur. And this fox haunted the town for two days before Halloween and two days after. Every year the parents tried to capture and destroy the fox, but he would come back anyway. They burned him, they buried him, they threw him to the sea. But each night, two days before Halloween, and two days after, he would haunt the town and hunt the kits."

She lowered her voice a little, "They learned the sounds of the fox's approach, learned when it was time to run. The trees would warn first, they would tap and scratch at the windows, letting the people in the houses it wasn't safe to go out. Then the wind would sing of the danger, saying stay in, stay near the fire. Stay in the light where the fox can't come. And then there would be the slush-slush sound of the zombie fox dragging his feet along as he went from door to door, looking for one left unlocked. And then on Halloween, he would hide under someone's steps, and grab the kits as they trick or treated."

She looked one way, and then other, "And tonight is the first night.. Two nights before Halloween." She warned.

She was silent and the bunnies could suddenly hear the trees scritching at the windows, the winds howling around the house and then, the worst sound of all.. a slush-slush of a puddle of water being displaced outside.. just like a zombie fox!

Sunday, October 28, 2012

[Bunny Stories / Doctor Who FanFic] Who left What in the Yard?

"That one looks like a carrot," Mick said with a yawn from where he was lying on his back in the grass, back legs stretched out, front legs occasionally batting at wind seeds.

"You think they all look like carrots," Speedy teased. He was lying on his side and watching the skies with one eye. A gerbil was curled up in the nook of where bunny neck joined bunny back. Every so often the little guy would mutter something and move his tail over his nose, or twitch it, completely lost in mousie dreams.

"Well, they do." Mr Mick said grumpily, defensive.

"That one looks like a rutabaga," Speedy said, gesturing with an ear.

Mr Mick turned his head to look at his friend, "What the heck is a rutabaga?"

"Turnips, kinda." Speedy explained.

Mick muttered something about foo' rabbits who couldn't just speak English. The irony hopped right past him. He turned his head to the other side "Whassat?"

Speedy followed Mick's glance. "Police Box."

"You keep your police in boxes?!" Mick spluttered. While it sounded organized, it didn't sound very practical! Why, there were so many better things to be doing with boxes!

Speedy gave a bee's in the ears headshake of amusement. Freddie Gerbil absently murmured a protest in his sleep at the movement. "Nono." Speedy explained, "Way back when, like a billion years ago or something, before rootless far-talkers, the police could make calls from them, and people could call the police, and they could lock up the bad guys in them till a paddy wagon arrived."

"Ohhh." Mr Mick rolled to his feet to go give it a sniff. "So why's one in the end of your yard?"

"Dad found it in the middle of his work yard. Decided Mum would like it in the yard as mar-ah-dad-ee." Speedy slowly rolled to his feet, letting the gerbil adjust himself in his sleep as his bed moved. He carefully walked to where Mick was sniffing, and nibbling, on the police box. Speedy had already given it a good sniff and taste; it was old and sparked in the mouth. He hadn't quite much liked the sensation.

Mick's head reared back as he took a nibble. "That's not normal!" he said, jaws twitching, tongue wriggling as he tried to dispel the sensation. A full body shake later, bits of fur dancing every which way, and he sat down amongst the flowers and glared at it.

Speedy managed to keep his amusement to himself. He didn't think his bestest friend would appreciate him giggling.

Mick started to circle the box, Speedy ambling behind him. They came around the side to the door. Mick, about two Speedies in weight, one and a half in size, had more impact on the door when he stretched up it, putting his weight on his front paws. The door swung open and the bunny went tumbling in. "Gaaacth!"

Speedy rushed to investigate, Freddie waking up to dash up on Speedy's head, wrapping his tail around the right ear.

"Ooo." Speedy said as he hopped in from outside. Mick was sitting and grooming himself in the 'I meant to do that' way that was common in both cats and rabbits. The English rabbit peered up one way while Freddie stretched up to look the other way.

The inside of the box was huge. There were all sorts of climby bits, and chewable bits, and hundreds of hidey holes, and what looked a play-go-round in the middle. There were all sorts of blinky lights and whirry noises. "Its rabbit paradise!" Speedy announced.

Mick snorted and got to his feet. "SOMEONE stole rabbit technology!"

Speedy tilted his head to one side, "Whatcha mean?" Freddie squeaked.

"Our bags, boxes, closet worm holes, all that stuff.. This box has them! Someone stole it!" Mick looked even more indignant than he sounded.

Speedy looked about, hopping to give bits sniffs. "Maybe they got it in the same place we did?"

"WE got given it by the universe. Its our special magic for being chased by pretty much everything on the planet that can chase." Mick snorted, "THIS stinks of humans. THEY aren't supposed to have our magic.. Well, unless they're special humans like Weasley's Momma." He sighed, "And I suppose the occasional foo' cat or foo' gerbil."

Freddie wisely refrained from comment.

Speedy hopped up and almost jumped a foot straight up when the door swung closed. Freddie eeped, tail tightening as he grabbed two paw full of slick rabbit fur.  "Sorry!" Speedy apologized immediately.

Mick's ears were still cupped forward as he glared at the door.

"Hello? Is someone there?" A voice said coming from the centre of the play-go-round. "Well, of course someone is there, or the communicator wouldn't have activated. So you must be there somewhere. Say something. Thump or something."

Now, thumping they could do. With a grin at each other, Mick and Speedy thumped with enthusiasm in synch.

"Ahh!" A screen on one of those x extendy thingys swung in their direction. "Rabbits?!" The voice belonged to a scrawny looking human with fur sticking straight up and thick glasses. "There's rabbits on my TARDIS!"

Mick looked to Speedy, Speedy looked to Mick, and Freddie chirped indignantly.

"Oh, AND a gerbil. Well, doesn't that make it all better." The man grumbled.

Mick sat up on his hind legs, periscoping to look up at the screen. "What is a TARDIS?" he asked in his most polite voice.

"Its a space and time ship." Came the answer. "And it was stolen and I would very much like it back. But I have only managed to get into the communication circuits, Martha's stole.. ahh, borrowed, a tracking device that will hop a female, why a female I don't know, I didn't design it, but so far she's not having much luck with triangulation." Mick could sit on his hind feet all day, but he was starting to think this man never shut up. "So, that leads one to beg the question, where is it?"

Speedy's whiskers twitched mischievously, "Okay." he said.

Mick's whiskers twitched as well.

"Well? Okay what?" The man on the screen asked.

"You can beg the question. Although, one would think, begging for the answer would be more effective." Speedy said with a bunny grin. Freddie snickered.

The man blinked rapidly and seemed to smack something off screen. "I'm not sure this translation circuit is working properly. It hasn't been designed for animals, after all. Your sort operated on a whole different bandwidth than the humanoid.. but if I.." He started to drone on about technical stuff that made both bunnies roll their eyes. Freddie seemed to be taking notes.

"AHEM!" Mick finally broke in. "We were being silly. Its like when someone says 'Can I?' instead of 'May I' and you say 'I don't know if you can or can't until you do it'

The man raised an eyebrow and gave the handsome honey lop a droll look. "I've lost house, home, transportation, translator, best friend and communicator with the universe, and you're picking semantics?!"

The two rabbits exchanged another look. "Yes." Speedy agreed.

The man looked pained. It was an expression the two had seen on a lot of occasions on their chosen humans.

"Please, would you tell me where my TARDIS is?" The man finally said, seeming through grinding teeth.

"Oh, sure. Its at the bottom of Speedy's garden." Mick said. Speedy nodded a couple of times.

"Ask a non-specific question, get a non-specific answer." The man muttered and then sighed.  "Will you assist me in getting my TARDIS to where she belongs?" He finally asked, as if carefully choosing his words as he spoke slowly and clearly.

"Oh, sure." Speedy said, hopping towards the screen.

"Under one condition!" Mick interrupted. Speedy looked at him with a tilted head, not sure what Mick could possibly want. "You tell us where you got bunny technology from!"

The man rolled his eyes, "Well, you see, you're under a bit of a misunderstanding there.. Its not that we stole yours so much as you borrowed our's. There was a TARDIS and a Timelord at the start of the universe. A very handsome fellow, quite smart, even more charming. His knowledge of such technologies was mixed into the fabric of the universe, so somewhere along the line, you picked it up and put it to use. How else would you carry a pizza?"

Mick didn't look convinced but seemed willing to let it drop. "Okay, what do you need us to do?"

The instructions that poured forth left their heads spinning. The two rabbits would be dashing about the consoles pushing buttons, yanking pulleys, moving levers. "How big is your crew?" Speedy asked, quite impressed with the list of things they needed to do.

"Just me. Well, and Martha of course, but she's not crew, she's guest.. a travelling companion, bosom buddy, compadre, pal.. keeps me out of trouble. Well, mostly. Sort of. But, just me, muggins, running the show."

Blink. Blink. Blink.

"Your name is muggins?" Speedy finally asked.

"Not in the least, I'm the Doctor."

"Of what?" Mick asked. Speedy nipped the air in Mick's direction to let him know he was being rude. Mick didn't much care.

"Everything." was the surprisingly short, and serious, reply. For a moment, both bunnies felt like they could see the weight of the years of the universe in the Doctor's eyes.

"Er, right." Mick said, "I'm Mickey, this is Speedy." Squeek. "Oh, and Freddie."

"Oooh! A Mickey! I haven't had a Mickey in my TARDIS in forever. Weeeell, not really forever, it's actually been.." The Doctor went on about relative time compared to linear time, "..wibbly wobbly, you see.." then segwayed into dimensional manipulation, "..that brings up to parsecs. Did you know the word parsec is shortened from a distance corresponding to a parallax of one second? Bit wordy that, you can see why they shortened it. Never did get it straight with that Solo fellow who kept using it as time instead of distance. Actually, the two can be the same thing if you.."

While the Doctor was explaining the universe, the bunnies had been practicing what the Doctor wanted them to do. "Oi!" Speedy called, breaking in on the lecture. "We think we've got it."

"Excellent!" The Doctor clapped his hands together and rubbed them.

"What do we get for this, anyway? You get a TARDIS, we get what? A pat on the head and told 'Good Bunny'? 'Cause I can go home for that."

"Come on, Mickey. You're supposed to do good things for your heart and health. But, I suppose, I could let you have a romp through hydroponics and then drop you off back at home right when you left. Weeell, not right when you left, a bit after, wouldn't want to trip over your own tail, would you?"

"Sounds uncomfortable." Speedy agreed. Freddie hopped off his friend to go run to the wheel that was his job. It was perfectly sized for a gerbil, too bad it was horizontal instead of vertical or he could just run around it instead of actually working.

"Ready." Speedy said, nose gaining speed in twitching, "Steady, Go!"

The two bunnies launched into frantic button mashing, lever smashing, and wheel turning. "Isn't .. it .. ready.. set.. go?" Mick panted as he yanked and pushed.

"What's a set?" Speedy asked, mostly rhetorically. "Steady means hold your pose now that you're ready to go!" He wasn't having as much difficulty with the pace as Mick, he was quite used to running around at top speed for half a day. He also had the advantage of youth.

Suddenly the middle bit started whirring and throbbing and the lights dimmed and lightened in time to its noises. The two stopped to get a breather.

"Sounds like someone left the e-brake on," Speedy muttered, ears flattened. Mick was also trying to press his ears closer to his skull. Probably fortunate that the Doctor couldn't hear them over the cacophony.

When the noises balanced out they went back to worth, grateful for the breather.

Two bunnies and one gerbil were flat and gasping by the time they'd finished the list of things the Doctor had wanted of them. The door was opened and in strode the Doctor and his female companion. "..I tell you, Doctor, it wasn't there for all your device insisted it was. And a time of it I had explaining myself, I'll tell you.." The woman stopped and blinked at the companions. "Is there rabbits in the TARDIS?"

"And a gerbil, don't forget the gerbil." The Doctor said with a grin, "And our saviours!"

The woman looked at him like he was mad. "Whatever you say." She said before shaking her head, as if to settle stray thoughts, and turned to the console, "Well, thank you for saving us."

Mick managed to twitch an ear. He wanted a nap. And some water. And then another nap. Speedy was already dreaming of his play box. Freddie was curled up around Speedy's ear, making little snoring noises as he dreamed gerbilly dreams.

"Let's get them home to where they belong! I don't think they'll be much interested in a romp through the hydroponics bay, but I think I can come up with a good present or two of thanks.." The Doctor strode over to the console and winked at Martha, who was still looking at the animals suspiciously,  before flipping a handle, "Allonsy!"

Saturday, October 20, 2012

[Silly Human stories] Bunny Dreams.

(Peter Levy's bridge bunny Sheeba. Prettiest lop I ever met.)

As those lucky enough to be friends with me on Facebook know, I've been a tad sick lately. A mixture of mineral/vitamin deficiencies, new meds and my stomach was in full out rebellion. Even water was being rejected .. which means painkillers were non-existent.. so was sleep as a lovely side effect. After two days of misery I finally got some sleep.

At some point in the night I dreamed that a large black lop hopped up onto my bed and wiggled under my arm, as I was lying on my side. Said rabbit stayed, just wriggling nose and letting me stroke hir nose, warming up my tummy and being life, making me feel all sorts of better. 

When I woke up, said bunny was of  course, gone but I could swear there was a warm spot beside me.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

[Admin] Playing Catch up.

The handsome, wonderful, talented, athletic, Speedy Bun gave me an award! Thank you, Speedy! 

Golly, I have to come up with only five blogs to pass it on to?! I read about forty-five! Ah well, in no particular order..

1) Bits & Pieces - For those who are friends with me on Facebook, this is where a lot of my "nifty" and interesting links that I post come from. A friendly community and a cool admin!

2) Popular Science - I will confess I don't always understand everything in their articles, but I love the astronomy and biology ones. The rest I just try and learn from. :D

3) Busty Girl Problems - You don't have to be a girl with a large chest to appreciate this web comic and its accompanying blog! I think most can relate to something. I don't generally get involved in the rather lively debates, but some of the comics make me giggle! (Or say.. "Yup, done that..")

4) Color Me Katie - Nono, we won't be painting a cat. Katie is one of the world's happiest, most creative, people. If a colour could be a person, cheerful, happy, red would want to be Katie.

5) The Oatmeal - Overlooking an unhealthy obsession with all things Tesla, The Oatmeal is one of the funniest satirical blogs on the planet. Tongue is firmly planted in cheek!

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Okay, now that that's taken care of.. (I really could have done a top 30..) On to the other "thang" I was tagged in. Ye ole "Silly time waster quiz thing".


1) Lorna
2) Shadowydreamer
3) Sunshine


1) Smile
2) Voice
3) Hair (Tho I liked it MORE when it wasn't so thin!)


1) Northern Irish
2) English
3) .. 


1) Walking into a party/event where I know no one 
2) Lots of people in enclosed spaces. (Makes me claustrophobic. I don't go near malls at Christmas time!)
3) The price of gasoline.


1) Laptop
2) Smartphone
3) Tea.


1) Silver collar with heart lock
2) T-shirt
3) Yoga pants.


1) Flogging Molly
2) Elvis
3) The Dubliners


1) Honesty
2) Communication
3) Respect

..and cookies.


1) I am left handed.
2) While I have perfect aural pitch, I can't carry a tune in a bucket singing.
3) I love ALL animals and not just rabbits!


1) Good Hygiene. 
3) boyfriends have very little in common with each other physically, its all mostly mental.


1) Watching my best-friends kids play hockey
2) Playing video games
3) Reading


1) Be with Cabana Boy
2) Be pain free
3) Wave a magic wand and have my laundry done.


1) Marine Biologist
2) Radio announcer/DJ
3) Teacher


1) Omaha, Nebraska. (No reason..)
2) Scotland
3) Ireland


1) Be happy
2) Be healthy
3) Make others happy.


1) I can't let things drop! While my argument/comment storage is only a few days, I still drag onto them.
2) The more nervous I am, the more I babble.
3) I like cute things.


1) I'm assertive
2) I prefer pants to skirts
3) I brag about how I gained which scar and when.

[Gerbil Update] Nope, we're not dead yet!

This is a gerbil in his custom made BC Ferries travel device! Okay, it's actually a Real Canadian Superstore tote bag with a plastic travel cage inside. See, BC Ferries makes everyone with pets stay down on the car deck. However, since a gerbil is a very small, rather enclosed, pet, they think its mean to make me stay down there in the cold. The compromise is if they can't see him, they don't notice him.

That's a stripe of my latest knitting. I'm on stripe #3 of my blanket. All I can say is its a good thing I'm not gonna be selling this because there's about three errors per stripe that I notice right off! :D But its good practice, right? And let me tell you, the cold snap that's incoming is certainly motivating me to knit.

And we'll pretend thats a Tim Hortons coffee not a Starbucks tea. They only have Starbucks at the ferry terminals. Blech.

ANYWAY. So, we went off to the parents (mine, not Freddie's) for a week and had Thanksgiving. (Ours is in October, just to confuse our American neighbours.) I ate lots of gluten free foods, got spoiled rotten and went home. :D

..and promptly got a head cold. Day 3 and I'm feeling mostly better. Just a bit tired still. Freddie is STILL bouncing around his cage and using his wheel almost non-stop. I guess he's decided that if he loses the weight I'll start feeding him popcorn again. I'll think about it little guy - that fat little tummy can't be any healthier for you than mine is for me!

Speedy gave me a very pawsome blog award that I'll post hopefully before day's end.

Must.. find.. Timmys..