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Saturday, October 31, 2015

The Disapprovers - Squall Line

"You were able to wiggle your paw in there?" repeated Zeus.
"Yes, it felt really strange, I expected solid matter there." replied Molly.
"Well, I think we got away with a lot." said Zeus, gazing away now, "... trouble is, I can't classify this thing. Assuming the worst, it reminds me of a carnivorous plant, if we can call it a plant, but I'm not so sure it is a plant. I've never heard of carnivorous roots. Maybe it was trying to lure you in?"
Zeus kept gazing away and massaging his jaw as he spoke, then he started scratching his ribs and carried on "... the trouble is, I'm having all sorts of mixed feelings about ... 'it'. There are no plants around that I know of, with roots growing that thick, that close to the surface. The fraser fir has a pretty mighty root, but it grows straight down. I'm afraid we won't know any more about 'it' until we have a sample to examine it and ..."
"Right, fancy a trip down there to snatch some of that, do you?" growled Suzy, cutting him off.
"Give him a break, Suz. He's just telling us what he knows" intervened Molly.
The rain that started after we got home never really stopped and now was getting more intense. We could hear thunder in the distance as the squall line was moving closer.
"He's right." said Abby. "Something from 'it' for a close examination would be a great start, but I'm not up for it. And I hope nobunny here feels like playing a hero."
"Speak for yourself." I grumbled.
Everybunny looked at me.
"What?!?" I asked, the girls stared at me, wishing they could rope me up with their looks.
"... we could make a robot to carve a chunk out of 'it', couldn't we, Zeus?
You've been coming up with some amazing stuff, how about it?" I pleaded.
Zeus look up at me, first puzzled then grined.
We heard tiny footsteps coming from ratties sleeping quarters. It was Milly, with a bag of popcorn.
"What's going on? Have you seen all the footage already?" she asked.
"How's Apollo?" asked Abby.
"Hard to tell, he's sleeping, poor guy" said Milly.
She turned to Zeus and asked "What's the infrared showing?"
"Let's look…" replied Zeus, relieved by the change of subject.
Zeus played with some settings and rolled the footage again, this time showing imagery composed of temperatures from the infrared sensor. It looked like an early 70's era showcase of video special effects. It took us a moment to realize what we were looking at. Outside of the hole everything was more less recognizable, but when Molly started getting deeper into the hole, the screen darkened, almost uniformly, and the only light spots were Molly's paws when they streaked in and out of view as she worked the sand. The sand itself would glow for a short moment as Molly's paw warmed it up while she swept it back. When she poured out the water, the image brightened. The water was warmer than the sand so it showed brighter flowing out and slowly faded away as it cooled getting absorbed by the sand. She put her paw on the 'thing'. Right before the thing opened up around her paw, it got much brighter than the surroundings so her paw looked like it was surrounded by a halo, or thick, bright ring.
"Do you remember this stuff warming up after you touched it?" asked Zeus, pausing the image and looking at Molly.
She slowly shook her head and added "... no, not at all. I remember the sand being cold and the water being pretty warm, relatively speaking of course."
"Yeah…" said Zeus, turning toward the screen and hitting 'play'.
"'It warmed up a only a little, but warm up it did and it wasn't your paw that transferred this much heat. 'It' definitely warmed itself up." said Zeus, sounding like he was talking to himself.
A sudden and very close thunder crack jerked us back to the present moment.
"We better shut it down for tonight." whispered Milly.
"Why are you whispering?" asked Abby.
Milly gave her the stink eye and carried on, powering off all the equipment. It was getting darker as the green and ghostly screen lights went out. Finally, only some remnants of distant street lights and lightning provided traces of illumination. For a moment all lights in the neighborhood went out and we were immersed in pitch black silence. Then came another thunder clap. After a while, some lights outside started to come back on and our silent home started twitching and squeaking with sounds of electronic equipment resetting itself. The fridge started humming again. The oven and coffee pot were alternately blasting the kitchen with blinking, green light, like possessed beacons.
Frankie came out of the burrow, sleepy, yawning, trying to clear his eyes with with his tiny fists,
"... you woke me up. I was having a wonderful nightmare and you spoiled it!"
He started helping with the cleanup.
"Oh I'm gonna owe some favors for this ..." muttered Zeus, seasoning his tirade with epithets that would make his super-great-grand -grandmother proud. She worked on the "Queen Mary" in her younger days and once a sailor - always a sailor; forever through the blood line.
I sat staring at the storm and watched the waves of rain trying to storm the window and break into the house. Rain drops tried to pound their way in without mercy, always meeting their end with a splat; then sadly flowing down the glass pane.
Another lightning struck, this time it's blinding tentacles lasting much longer than before. As they spread out illuminating the storm, I thought I saw Cleo's face formed in the clouds. My legs got cold and stony, my gut felt paralyzed and goosebumps were creeping up my back. As the lightning disappeared, I heard somebunny say "It's all going to work out just fine…". My neck felt frozen and I barely willed it to turn toward Zeus, "... did you say that?"
Zeus looked at me puzzled, "... said what?"
"Oh, nothing, never mind." I replied and turned to Abby, "Did you see that lightning, Abby?"
"Um, no, I didn't see anything, Major" said Abby.
I had had enough.
"Night everybunny!" I said and headed for my pad. Now I had a lot to sleep on; if I could sleep, of course.

Friday, October 30, 2015

Pedro - injured paw - call for feedback

Pedro came down with an injured paw and Gabrielle is asking for feedback on best way to proceed.

Here's what Gabrielle reports:

"Pedro was in her cage in the house. Because my grandma got diagnosed with cancer, I was  with her. I saw Pedro was limping. She is using her paw, but not a lot and it's kind of bent inward. She lifts it sometimes, lets me look and touch it without squealing. I called the vet and she told me to see how the weekend goes, because they aren't open and to make an appointment Monday if things don't change or get worse."

Would you go to the emergency vet or would you wait it out?

- Mr. Bun and

Gigio and Leonardo

We're ready to snap too. How about fetching us some treats and making THAT snappeh, eh?

- Thank you Elisa!

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Wednesday, October 28, 2015


Not today! Which part of ears down do you need explained?

- Thank you Mellissa!

PS: Follow Camilla on FB at https://www.facebook.com/Collected-moments-Bunnies-447426932128463/

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Secret Agent Cool Whip

Secret Agent Cool Whip disapproves deep undercover at SaveABunny where he's been known to fight crime and solve mysteries for his fellow bunny residents. His full dossier here: http://saveabunny.org/rabbit/secret-agent-cool-whip.
- Thank you Denzel!

Monday, October 26, 2015


M*nd*ys are rough. Do I roll over now or in a minute? Hm.....

- Thank you Gabrielle!

PS: Update on Pedro: She's doing very well, almost back to normal :-)

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Mr. Bun update

Greetings Everybunny!

Just getting into the spirit of the season, that's all. This is my best, approving, face. Especially when it's dark, cloudy and rainy; when winter comes to Florida (meaning it's NOT hot).

Hoomin called my vet yesterday and reported that my sneezing subsided and white discharge has not been observed for several days now. He wondered if it would help for me to be on the med for another week. The vet said to finish the medicine and to call them  on Tuesday and report on how things are going. So I'm getting the last dose of Baytril today! Hopefully.

My junction (or is it junktion?) is all grown over with fresh hair, skin cleared up and all irritation is gone. So I'll call this a good week.

That said, my hoomin wonders, what are the pros and cons for an elder bunn like myself to undergo a cataract surgery? One of my eyes is really clouded over :-( I'm very afraid it would be risky, considering my age.

We'll try to find our more and we'll keep you posted.

- Mr. Bun

Saturday, October 24, 2015

The Disapprovers - Movie Time

We tried to dart upstairs, but all we could do is slog, using up our last drops of adrenalin. When we got to the first landing, Bruno directed us to the front door so we could shake out as much dirt as possible over the door mat. We had to do something to keep hoomins guessing and guessing poorly. I suggested we knock off a flower pot and wallowed in it, but Bruno thought it an ill conceived idea. When we were done, Bruno rolled in all that muck.
"Let's make them think I got into a mess; I'm a cat, what are they gonna do, eh? Off you go, I'll see you upstairs later on, hurry up!" Bruno stretched by the door, made himself comfortable and nodded off.
Once we reached our pads, I realised just how tired I was. Do you know that feeling after a whole day on the road? You try to sit or lay down and your body still feels like it's in motion. Yes, that's what it felt like, mixed with a tone of exhilaration. It's impossible to get any rest, the best you can do is to slow down bit by bit, re-enter the atmosphere of home.
We weren't sure when the hoomins were coming back, so we shuffled off to see our adventure control crew: Zeus and Apollo. Apollo didn't look too well. He was shaking, bundled up in a blankie, trying to nurse a cup of hot tea.
"What the bunn… ?!?" Suzy exclaimed,
"... you were just talking to us just a minute agao, what happened?"
"I've no idea, it's not good" whispered Apollo.
"I think I'll be heading off to the vet tonight, I didn't say anything sooner, I thought I was just tired. I crashed hard and fast. I'll try to lie down for a bit now. Frankie and Freddie can take over for now." Apollo turned, sneezed and slowly waddled off toward his hammock.
We were stunned. Zeus looked as perplexed as we were. Suddenly I wished that I could will our hoomins into materializing next to us right that second.
Zeus started pacing back and forth in front of the computer. He kept looking up at us, then gazing away.
"Let's try this," started Zeus after a few moments, "... when the hoomins show up, we need to get their attention right away. They'll probably take me along with Apollo for moral support. When we return, we'll look at the video footage. I think we'll have the night to ourselves. Can you get some sleep now?"
We nodded. "Yeah, sounds like a plan." said Suzy.
Off we went; Zeus continued to pace.
Shortly after our hoomins showed up and Bruno led them straight to Apollo. Much havoc ensued immediately and the rescue party left for the vet's office. I was finally able to settle down for a nap. Now we could only wait.
I woke up when the hoomins returned. It must have been late, I sensed that much. We waited until all commotion died down and lights went out. Molly and I decided to have some pellets while we waited to make sure the hoomins really were out for the night.
Then, as quietly as we could, we gathered Abby and Suzy and headed to see Zeus. Apollo was out for the night. Zeus, with a very grim look on his face, said Apollo got pneumonia. Hoomins gave him some new meds, that aren't widely known or used in these cases. Prognosis was iffy, but they were hopeful. We crossed our paws.
Zeus started showing us the footage from our expedition, at least the part that we were most anxious to see. He said we'll have to debrief the hawk attack later.
We were looking at a grainy and dark image on the screen with only a small area lit by the camera light. It showed Molly's paw about to move some clean sand. In the next few frames she moves the sand back and clears a small patch of a rough surface. The small, uncovered area was lighter in color than its surroundings and appeared to have some curvature to it. It was a little hard to judge at first just how large that thing could be. She moved more dirt. Zeus fast forwarded a few seconds. Now the curvature of the object was very clear.
"Maybe it's the size of a small sewer pipe, not sure, we'll figure out the details later." said Zeus, not taking his eyes of the screen.
Next, we watched in slow motion, almost frame by frame, Molly pouring some water on the object. She moved in closer to it and the image blurred momentarily as the camera struggled to focus. The image became sharper, but now was jumpy as Molly poured more water and worked on clearing sand off that thing. We could hear her rapid breathing as she zoomed in on it a little more and now we saw water getting absorbed almost instantly. We could see the tight mesh of the surface, as if it were woven from yellowish, thick and opaque heavy gauge fishing line. She rested her paw on it while she tried to describe it.
Then it came. After a few seconds Molly's paw started sinking into the mesh. Or the mesh was parting itself around her paw. We heard Molly again: "OHHHHHH!! Holy hay! Apollo, did you get this?!?"
We saw how the mesh regained its shape once Molly pulled back her paw. She repeated the experiment; this time pushing her paw further in. The mesh gave way again, now giving more room around her paw.
"Zeus, pause right here, please." interrupted Molly.
Zeus paused the video.
"What you can't see here, is that I can wiggle the tip of my paw. There was no resistance; as if my paw penetrated through to an empty space."

Friday, October 23, 2015


Listen hoomin. You're fooling yourself if you think I'm coming out for a simple piece of kale that you dangle just out of reach.

Bring me the good stuff and make it snappeh!

- Thank you Jaime!

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Peppermint and Ranger

Are you sure Pepp? What if somebunny sees you?

- Thank you Kenneth and Kaci!

PS: Peppermint was rescued by Brambley Hedge Rabbit Rescue, where Ken is a volunteer. You can follow Peppermint on bunspace at: http://www.bunspace.com/view_bunny?bunid=24524

Wednesday, October 21, 2015


Did you find my red rose I left you?
 Would you like a round of disapproval games? 
If you survive I won't pee in your shoe. I PROOOOOMISE I won't.

- Thank you Jessica!

Tuesday, October 20, 2015


I get head rubs or the base board get it.

- Thank you James!

Monday, October 19, 2015

Sunday, October 18, 2015

Pedro, Get well soon!

Yesterday we got a message from Gabrielle about Pedro. Couple of days ago at midnight, Pedro was rushed to the vet. She's home now and recovering well. She poops and eats, is a little hesitant to drink water, but overall she's doing well.

Gabrielle asked for some prayers for Pedro. We'd like to wish them both sanity and speedy recovery :-)

- Thank you Gabrielle!

Mr. Bun update

Greetings Everybunny!

I had a nice week of headrubs, treats and bunstruction. Hoomin called the vet yesterday about my nasal discharge with white goop in it and was told to pick up another bottle of Baytril; a week's worth. Sigh... more saucing it is then.

And this happened.
At the tar pits, one of hoomin's friends did some business travels. Let's call him Alex. Alex said (paraphrasing here) "Listen to this, hoomin. We were at  such and such for dinner one night  and I had a chance to have a dish that I'll never again have a chance to have. And because of your rabbit and 'all the rabbit stuff' you showed me, I opted for the fish."

Hoomin almost passed out. It's tempting to say "whoop-de-doo, big deal, so what?!?" But maybe it is a big deal - we never know who or how will be reached and affected when we spread the word and advocate for our bunneh overlords. 

- Mr. Bun

PS: About the pix, hoomin didn't feel like pestering me so snapped what he could when the moment was right. It's not much of a pix, but enough to use it a starter for something else ;-) We'll keep you posted.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

The Disapprovers - Itching to Scratch

To explore some more or to go back? We thought about it for a while. Molly broke the silence, "Apollo, how long do we have before the weather turns?"
"Maybe an hour; you need to start thinking about coming back. Trust me, you don't want to get caught in the rain."
We sat in silence for a while longer.
Molly said "I vote and volunteer for a quick look around", drawing out her words slowly.
She looked at us and picked up her vest. "We'll need this line."
She undid the velcro straps holding a coil of line to her vest and started weaving it through the loops at the shoulders and the bottom of her vest.
We watched, no one seemed eager to talk her out of it. Molly started to gear up.
"... so, the idea is that you'll be able to pull me back by the tether, … ok, don't just stand there, help me get this tight..." she carried on, fiddling with the straps.
Abby stepped up and started to pull up the straps.
"... did anybunny bring a headlight?" asked Molly.
We shook our heads.
"Well then, the little flashlight will have to do. Apollo, are you getting the video feed now?"
"Yes, nice and clear."
"Great. So, glove up my friends, just in case you need to clench the line. I'll inch my way in there and I'll clear out some of that 'bouncing' sand, ok? I'm not going to try anything heroic. You let out the line until I get to the front of the hole. Fish me out if something goes wrong, ok?"
Molly tried to turn her head enough to see how the line was doing, but the vest constrained her movement.
"Well, I need a gear check, make sure the line is secure, please. Try to lift me up by the line." She then lay down on the ground and we lifted her up by the line, we tagged on it and shook her a little. It was solid.
"Here, take my water with you, just in case." I said and handed Molly my bottle. She tucked it in.
"Thanks!" said Molly and continued, "ready when you are."
She turned toward the hole and slowly went in. All three of us followed her to the opening and when she started moving in we were letting out the line. It made a faint wheezing sound as it dragged over our gloved paws; whzzzt, whzzzt it went as Molly slowly hopped deeper.
"Wow, I didn't realize we dug this hole so deep..." we heard Molly over the radio. "... time flies when you're digging fun."
The line stopped moving, she was in as deep as she was going to go; we hoped.
"Are you getting this, Apollo?" asked Molly.
"Oh, yeah, a bit dark, but it will do. Molly, be mindful of the clock, the cam light will drain your battery pretty quickly! You'll need some juice for the trip back to the house" said Apollo.
"Wilco!" replied Molly.
"Abby, I think I see the spot. I'm clearing some of the sand away..."
We could hear some muffled scraping sounds as she worked.
"Hm, that's interesting... I'm pressing ... down ... on ... it ... and ... it ... pushes back. I've no idea what it could be. Looks like very fine, tiny roots, woven together. I'll pour some water over it to see if I can get a better view ... hold on ... Toes, the water bottle was a good idea."
We could hear the water splashing over something, her hand made wet, slushy noises.
"You know, if these are tiny roots, I could maybe take a …"
"NO!" we yelled in unison.
".... just a tiny nip, no?....."
"NOOOOO!" we yelled again.
"C'mon, where's your sense of adventure?!?" Molly seethed with sarcasm.
We could hear her paws working the wet sand and whatever it was.
"Well, it sure does look like tiny roots, I got a bit of it all cleared off and water flowed right through it. Hm, let me just look around here for a sec….
Holy hay! Apollo, did you get this?!?"
"Oh yeah!" came back Apollo.
"... ok, Apollo, watch this again …, it reacted to my paw again, look, look, but only if I keep my paw on it for a while! WOW!"
"Come out of there Molly!" snapped Suzy, "... it's time to wrap it up for today!"
"Backing out now, watch the line, please!" said Molly.
Shortly after, we saw her backing out and we were pulling back the line so she wouldn't get her hind paws tangled up.
She was out and she was all smiles, she took off her vest and binkied.
"We need to cover up the entrance for now, but we don't want to fill it in, I promise you!"
"You promise us what?!? asked Abby.
"Oh, you'll see! Hey, Bruno, can you give us a paw here? We need to do something with all this sand!" directed Molly. She was charged to the max.
We worked our tails off from then on. After we plugged the hole and tried to cover up what we've done, we turned and made a b-line for home. The sky was turning first milky gray, then charcoal and bluish black. Rain would be in our favor, dissolving most of the evidence from our outing.
First, we got Molly inside and then helped Suzy up. I went up next while Abby kept a lookout. Finally, we all helped Abby get up and inside. We shut the window; the skies opened up and the deluge began.

Friday, October 16, 2015

Thursday, October 15, 2015


You got this at the market, didn't you? This is not home grown, is it now?

- Thank you Sarah!

PS: See more of Max, Libby, & Davy on Instagram ( no sign up required to view them) at https://instagram.com/buenobunnies/

Wednesday, October 14, 2015


 Did you follow my instructions or used your "best judgment"?!? Nutriberries, I don't see any nutriberries.

- Thank you Carly!

Tuesday, October 13, 2015


My hoomin just looking at me looking at her while I wait for all mines treaties to be opened! Hoomins are soooo slow sometimes.

- Thank you Caterina!

Monday, October 12, 2015


OMB! I don't do meds or M*nd*ys, get that thing away from me!

- Thank you Lori!

PS: Squirt has been mastering the art of disapproval for 11 wonderful years!

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Mr. Bun update

Greetings Everybunny!

Resting after bum baf. Hoomin put me in the round, soft thing, covered me up with Auntie Jane's knit and administered headrubs to no end. I think I snoozed. After the I got the usual powder, I disapproved and fussed, eventually settling down with a treat.

Hoomin said I keep him on the straight and narrow at the tarpits. He says every time he gets a brilliant idea for a soliloquy on something or other, he looks at a drawing of my mouf on his computer screen. I sayz to him "Don't do it man, don't do it!" he sayz.  Then he rolls up his yapper and he iz a good code monkey again, he iz.

Why do I have to keep reminding him that he's there to make my saaaalad monies?!? Hoomins.

On a sour note, my sneezing has not improved significantly. I'm afraid he'll talk to the vet again. Hm....

My scald spots are healing well and he keeps trimming the more hairy, matted bits.

So there you have it. We'll keep on keeping on and we'll keep you posted.

- Mr. Bun