Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


Well, the world is still spinning around and amazingly enough I haven’t gotten motion sickness. The thick of April is now upon us, which means I no longer have to fear the ides of March. Not that I ever bothered to in the first place since I have no idea what said ides might in fact be. It’s probably got something to do with the Evidence Mice.

There’s been a fair deal of writing I’ve had to work on, and oddly enough none of it has involved the Confic. I find it rather peculiar how any serious writing I’ve done (fic or story) has taken place whenever we’ve been visiting Kevin & Donna in Brantford. Though all these side projects and miscellany whatnots have only been part of it. Mel’s been rather restless as of late, as demonstrated by the current rearranged look of the living room.

But onto the crux of this little bit of nowhere. While it’s a little late, it seems almost fitting on Easter weekend to announce a recent addition to the family.

And no, Mel’s not pregnant. Put down the party poppers and stop checking to see who won the betting pool.

While we don’t have any pictures at the moment to post online, in the last few weeks we have been enjoying the company of a Holland dwarf lop whom Mel has named Tachi. (Short for Tachikoma; Mel really loves those little GitS: SAC mecha.) Tachi is black & white, rather small, very cute and incredibly voracious.

As Maral can probably attest from her own bunnies, Tachi enjoys nibbling on whatever she can find. We’ve designated a fresh pad of paper as a sacrificial virgin to Tachi’s raging volcano. (Which, upon reflection, is perhaps the strangest set of comparisons I’ve ever read.) In fact, she’s currently perched upon a cardboard box and systematically devouring it…and volume 3 of our Card Captor Sakura manga!! Bad Tachi!!





Well, so much for that, since there’s bite marks and pieces of the cover chewed off. Now it appears we have something else to purchase at Anime North this year. Grand. Thanks, Tachi…

But how and why did we suddenly end up with a cute little bunnybutt? Tachi came courtesy of Gary’s friend, Wilf, who had to drastically cut down the number of pets in his own household. And the last time we visited Wilf, Mel was fawning all over Tachi (at the time named Holstein). It was pretty much a case of Wilf asking, and Mel ready at the door with the bunny cage before he could finish the sentence. All in all, I can’t say it’s a bad thing. We got Tachi, her cage, and all the feed, food and wood chips for free.

And best of all, Tachi is nothing like Baboo, my family’s previous bunny from a few years ago. For one thing, Tachi is half the size that Baboo was. For another, Baboo was carnivorous, as a few permanent bite marks on my hands can attest to.

The other household members have adjust well to Tachi’s presence. As far as Shady was concerned, Tachi was small, furry and not another dog. Ergo, Shady immediately loved Tachi and wanted to play with her. Then again, their first evening together Tachi expressed her concerns about the living situation when Shady play-pounced on her, and she lost all bladder control on Mel’s pillow.

As for Chance…well, for the most part, Chance is petrified of Tachi. Whenever she hops towards him, he bolts and hides around a corner, warily eyeing Tachi’s movements. On the other hand, Tachi seems to think Chance as a playmate and generally chases after him whenever he runs for cover. Poor Chance.

The three have been together for a few weeks now, and I have yet to see any of them take issue with each other. Tachi is litter trained, as we’ve discovered, and generally gets a few hours in the evening to romp about the apartment at her leisure. I’m starting to think she likes the freedom, since she can get rather noisy in her cage most mornings.

I guess the restlessness is contagious.

So now we have a fish, a dog, a cat and a bunny--all of whom have been rescued or reclaimed in one way or another from owners who could no longer look after them (and in most cases, they still really loved their pets despite having to part with them). The floor gets a little busy from time to time, but fortunately I don’t foresee any new critters arriving in the near future. Otherwise, we’ll definitely need to get a larger apartment.


Today’s Lesson: Anya was right. It must be bunnies!
posted by Phillip at 2:08 PM