Yeah, I’m in the mood for bunnies. Let’s bunny up.
I’ll always remember the night three or four baby cottontails chased in other around and around in circles–with me at the center of the circle. Kind of an honor, really. I suspect they thought I was a tree. I have that effect on some people.
Elephants haven’t gotten a fair shake from the human race: we do need to repent for that. But for a refreshing change, here are some elephants having fun and being happy. They don’t get a lot of snow, where they come from. These elephants live at the Albuquerque Bio Park.
As an added attraction, we have polar bears enjoying the snow. You’d think they’d be used to it.
I burned myself out today, writing a Newswithviews column and editing The Temptation (corrected some surprising errors in the manuscript)–and I need some snuggling bunnies. Do you?
This famous snuggling bunnies ad for Ibis Hotels was among the very first videos I ever posted here. The difficulties in actually creating it have become the stuff of legend. But we needn’t dwell on those, even though I’ve heard the one assistant director got so overwrought, he crawled under the vicar’s backyard wading pool and was never seen again.
My cats don’t respond at all to lemons, beyond a casual sniff. But my cats are not dogs. (Did I just ace Biology 101?)
Why do dogs react with so much drama? It’s only a little piece of lemon. Why do they bark at it? Do they expect it to bark back? Some will taste the lemon; others won’t. Some will run around in circles. Who can explain this?
What is it with these cats? They’re supposed to be natural-born predators, right? See a small animal, eat it. But no. These cats want to be friends–with baby chicks, bunny, hamster, guinea pigs, a duckling, and even a tiny little piglet.
Welcome to the Kingdom.
P.S.–Don’t let the chameleon climb on the cat. They don’t mean to, but chameleons pinch. Hard.
What did cats do before cardboard boxes were invented? Inquiring minds want to know. And why do big cats always try to fit into small boxes?
This is not to suggest that the government ought to fund a study of the matter.
In Chapter CLXXXX of Violet Crepuscular’s epic romance, Oy, Rodney, Lord Jeremy Coldsore’s injured foot is not healing properly, which has caused the postponement of his marriage to Lady Margo Cargo.
“I don’t get it, Germy,” says Willis Twombley, the American adventurer who thinks he’s Sargon of Akkad. It was Twombley who accidentally shot Lord Jeremy. “All I did was shoot a bullet through your foot. It ought to be better by now.”
Lord Jeremy is briefly examined by a man who strongly resembles William Shakespeare. He shrugs his shoulders and leaves. Now there is nothing to be done but to send for Dr. Fanabla, who has taken up unicycle riding. We are not told where he has been all this time.
“Your case is almost identical to that of a patient whom I encountered in Brazil some 60 years ago,” says Dr. Fanabla. “We shall treat your wound as I treated his.”
“How long did it take him to recover, doctor?”
“Oh, he died. But it wasn’t my fault. He refused to follow my instructions, and an anaconda got him.”
Lord Jeremy does not find this reassuring, but he gamely asks, “What is the treatment, sir?”
Striking a pose, Dr. Fanabla replies, “The wound must be sprinkled daily with earth from the grave of a regicide.”
“Oh, is that all?” cries Twombley, striking a pose of his own. Posing has become very big in Scurveyshire.
“No–there’s more. For a full hour, twice a day, Lord Jeremy, you must perform jumping-jacks. No jumping-jacks, no cure.”
“What–on one leg?” Lord Jeremy is distraught. “How am I supposed to perform one-legged jumping-jacks?”
“Follow my instructions,” says the doctor, “and the cure is guaranteed.” With this bon mot, Dr. Fanabla departs for parts unknown.
“I don’t think there are any regicides buried in Scurveyshire,” mopes Jeremy.
“Don’t fret, ol’ hoss,” says Twombley. “We can send away for it. I know a supply house in Ohio where they sell this stuff. People use it for lumbago, too. The big thing just now is to get you started on them jumping-jacks. Here, I’ll help you out of bed.”
“You cannot believe how difficult it is to do this,” adds Ms. Crepuscular. “I have never been able to do it without falling on my face.”
The chapter ends with a descriptive poem about popcorn.
I suspect Heaven’s gonna be a lot like this–and Earth, too, once God finishes repairing it. Meanwhile, He gives us these glimpses.
Dogs and cats don’t have to fight. They really can be best friends. Puppies and kittens can do it. But we humans–well, Dante called the earth “the little threshing floor that makes us all so fierce.”
Why don’t the cats just eat these birds? But no, they play with them. And in most of these clips, the bird seems to have the upper hand. Like the baby bird who thinks the cat’s tail is a nice big hairy worm for him to snap up.
We see more and more of these unexpected animal friendships. Makes me think the Lord is trying to tell us something that’d be good for us to know.
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