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Saturday, April 30, 2016

The Disapprovers - Graceful Lily Nebula Contemplatorium

Last Week on the Disapprovers: Abby and Mr. Toes go on an excursion to the space wreck via Singularia. Abby does very well during the travel and experiences no adverse reactions. They discuss the possibility of setting up a temporary shelter for the critters they will rescue.
We made the trip back home as fast as we could. We were hopping upstairs when we heard Zeus and Suzy arguing about something. Zeus was really mad. His eyes were bulging out, and he was growling about what he was going to do to the no-good doctor when he pumped him full of the paralyzer. Freddie was holding him back. Suzy sat there, patient, stone-faced, her mouf twisted with contempt, eyelids narrowed into little slits. She kept repeating to him, slowly and calmly, measuring out every word, "You... will... do... none... of... that."
Frankie & Freddie
We found out later that it all started when Zeus showed her the steampunk blowpipe made out of scrap, an old soda machine, and CO2 cartridges. He said he had spiked the paralyzer with the Awful Truth Serum. It wouldn't make you tell the truth; it would make you realize it. He wanted to try every chemical he could find in the lab on the sorry hoomin and make it all look like an accident. He had wanted to lure the doctor, his wife, and his undergraduate mistress into the lab and make it all seem like a drunken brawl. He had hoped they would off one another in the heat of the moment.
That's when Suzy suggested that he was running a fever and that maybe he should go to see the vet. She said that she had had enough of his nonsense and that to give his ego a ride, he would put everybun in danger. If he didn't change his mind, she was going to put him on basket-weaving duty, or he could go back to chewing lead pipes. Ohhhh, that got him. That's when his eyes popped out. Then, we walked in on it all.
When she had had enough of him, she turned to us and said, "Let's get some noms and call it a night. He's supposed to go on a stakeout in the lab and figure out how to get complete access to the place. He said he had an idea, so it's about time he put it to work. I want the bust to be boring. I don't want brawls, catfights, or fireworks. When we're finished, there should be no trace of us or what we've done. The hoomins should be oblivious to the fact that the critters are missing. That's the only way this can work. Otherwise, we'll have a mess on our paws that we'll never be able to clean up."
We slept in the next morning. I really felt like I needed it. I thought I had done nothing but have fun the day before, so why should I be so worn out? I'm not exactly sure when I noticed that something was off. Usually, I, or we, don't get to sleep in. We do this whole show for the hoomins. You know, we get all excited about veg and hay, prance around for the nanners, and stuff like that. That means we're up early when the hoomins are up, but this morning, it was different, and it all was quiet. The next thing that hit me was the little nagging feeling in my gut that something was wrong. Very wrong. I can't define it, but I know when I have it. Then, my head tries to convince me that I'm just imagining things, making problems where there aren't any. However, the more my head tries to talk me out of that bad feeling, the stronger the feeling gets. Finally, my head goes, "Yeah, there's a problem, let's panic!"
Abby Molly
I hopped over to Abby and Molly. They had the same frightened look on their faces. "Where's Suzy?" I whispered. "She got ill; went to the vet just now," said Molly. She had tears in her eyes. The silence of the house amplified my fright. It had free reign now, and it seemed to me it filled every nook and cranny of the dwelling. Very slowly, I hopped toward the ratties. They were just as perplexed. I didn't see Zeus anywhere. I asked, "Where's Zeus?!?" my voice rising in pitch, harmonizing with the intensity of the dread, tearing up my stomach, chewing on my vagal nerve. "He's hiding under the pad," said Frankie. "We just found out that Suzy got rushed to the vet," said Mila. Next, the realization settled in that all we could do I wait. "We could use Singularia to go and spy on them," suggested Milly, her voice breaking as she pleaded. "Oh, my!" said Abby. "Toes, you said Singularia was, I mean is, a medical service unit, right?" I nodded "Yes." "If we could get her to Singularia, maybe she could get patched up, no?" continued Abby. "Maybe, maybe not," I said. "Sometimes, it's really hard to tell how these things will go. The hoomins made the right call. They got to her first. I'm sure they'll do everything they can to help her," I said, trying to convince myself more so than any bunny around.
Waiting while frightened tends to distort my perception of time. I couldn't tell if an hour passed or fifteen minutes. I heard the hoomins come back. I heard them sobbing. I felt my world became tidally locked with the sun, and I was on the dark side of it, where the sun would never shine again. Molly collapsed and covered her head with her little paws.
We sunk into a stupor for a long time. Everything got put on hold. We didn't even have the will or energy to put on the smallest feast in Suzy's honor.
Mr. Toes Molly
Eventually, Frankie gathered us up and proposed a simple road trip. He made Zeus take the lead just so Zeus could give his head a rest and focus on something outside of himself, even if it was just for few hours. We would visit an astronomical observatory or, as he called it, the "contemplatorium." We agreed. Molly said we would have to try out this type of travel with Singularia if we ever wanted to go through with the bust, so this was as good an excuse to get out of the house as any.
So we went, through the basement, the pot belly stove, Singularia, another remote port, and on to the observatory. Well, no, we would rather not disclose where the place is. Let it suffice it's way above the sea level; the air is thin, and the view of the Milky Way to the naked eye is spectacular.
We had the port in a cupboard, in the cafeteria. It was late at night, or very early in the morning, pick your point of view. We had to get every hoomin out of the place, but we realized we didn't have a good plan for that. We had no plan at all, to be honest. Just as we were about to turn around and go back, Frankie had an "Aha!" moment. In a place like this, full of geeks, nerds, and other talent, chances are something would slip out of someone's pocket and end up on the floor.
Mr. Toes Mr. Toes & Abby
Frankie said, "Cover your ears and get under the table, it's gonna get loud and wet here in a minute. Then a loud, ear-piercing noise shattered the night, and a torrential downpour fell from the ceiling. The fire alarm and sprinklers went off in the cafeteria. (No, I won't tell you how he did it. Figure it out if you really want to know, OK?) Next, humanity's best and brightest spilled out of the building. There was just enough confusion that we slipped through and gained access to the telescope, unnoticed by anyone. We had the place to ourselves for a moment. Zeus managed to point the telescope at pre-planetary nebula IRAS 16594-4656, in the southern constellation of Ara.
"OK, why this one, Zeus?", I asked. "This is known as the 'Water Lily Nebula.' Do you know where the name 'Suzy' comes from or what it means?" asked Frankie. After a moment of silence, he continued, "... in Hebrew; 'Suzy' means 'Graceful Lily' or 'Lily,' depending on whom you ask. This nebula contains hydrocarbons, the prerequisite building blocks of life. In places like that, the primordial soup of life starts to simmer. We wouldn't be here without it."
Mr. Toes Suzy, R.I.P
When it was my turn to look at it, I slowly put my good eye to the eyepiece and got choked up. I've never seen anything through a telescope. The picture was sharp and bright. I wanted to reach out with my paw and touch the nebula. It was right there. To think that I was looking at a spot where a planet like ours could form and precious little creatures like Suzy could grow up to live on it. Our own neck of the woods had looked like that, a long, long time ago. Maybe, somebunny a long, long time ago was looking at the cloud of dust and hydrocarbons that I grew up from and thought the same thing?
I knew Suzy never left us. Not really. She never could or would. We would always be together.

Friday, April 29, 2016

Muncher and Mikey

Yes, Muncher, we can lock them out for the weekend. I promise!

- Thank you, Gabrielle!

PS: Muncher did great during his checkup at the vet!

Thursday, April 28, 2016


Grab a shovel, hoomin. You'll be making me a papaya grove. I'm done with your excuses, when I want a papaya, I'm getting papaya!

- Thank you, Ken and Kaci!

Wednesday, April 27, 2016


 I'm speechless, hoomin. I'm just speechless. I can't believe my eyes either.

- Thank you, Heike!

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Tuesday, April 26, 2016


I had my pen smelling just the way I like it and you had to mess it all up! Enjoy the scratches then.

- Thank you, Dorothy!

Monday, April 25, 2016

Mr. Bun Update

Greetings, Everybun!

Thank you, everybun for checking in yesterday. We do appreciate it.

Rough day yesterday, with Suzy passing so unexpectedly. The day started pleasantly enough, with a call from the tar pits at 7 in the morning. One of the tar processors went cold. Hoomin jumped into overdrive, meaning he fed me and cleaned up around me first. Then spend the morning working on the smelly tar bugger and got it all good and boiling again. Yey, giddy up!

Next news about Suzy. M*nd*y started looking really good from there.

Got my weekly bum baf. Quick and easy, bum blow dry went fast. Hoomin snrugled the daylights out of me. Head rubs, belleh rubs, extra SARx treats, and a nap.

Knock on wood - we'll keep you posted. And snurlgle your bunnehs.

- Mr. Bun

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Binky Free, Suzy

It is with the greatest sadness that we share the news that Suzy died unexpectedly this morning. She fell ill, and her hoomins rushed her to the vet.

Words feel inadequate and useless trying to convey the depth of our sorrow. We're devastated and heartbroken. She is so sorely missed :-(

Suzy appeared here every Saturday for the past year as one of The Disapprovers. She played the always cool headed bunny, looking after her friends and keeping them safe.

Please, snurgle your bunnehs.
PS: Mr. Bun update will try to return on M*nd*y.

Saturday, April 23, 2016

The Disapprovers - Space Burrow

Last Week on the Disapprovers: Zeus succeeds in creating a remote extension of Singularia in the pot belly stove, in the basement. Mr. Toes takes Abby on a tour of Singularia and they both exit at the spacecraft wreckage.
Once we were out of Singularia and realized that we had really made the journey from our basement to the wreckage in one piece, we binkied! We binkied hard. At one point we landed facing each other, our noses almost touching. I took a small step forward and pressed my nose against Abby's. If an ocelot came out of the artery, I would have never known, or cared. This was so much better than my last trip here, when I tried to imagine being next to Abby. Now I really was next to her, and her hyperventilated breathing was the best thing ever. Once our heads had settled down, Abby telescoped and frantically sniffed as if trying to make up for our moment of careless abandonment. She really was concerned and intimidated by the new environment. My explaining to her that we're safe wouldn't be the same as assuring herself that there were no predators around.
Mr. Toes
She settled down after a while, and we were resting next to each other, side by side, me trying to squeeze next to her as much as possible. The place was soundless. We were peering into the dark abyss of the wreckage just beyond the chamber we were in. There were no signs of any critters traveling through the wreck, and it felt like we had the entire place to ourselves.
Abby Mr. Toes
"You know, Major, I wish we had prepared better for this. This place is much cooler that I expected. I thought this would be just an old, smelly bat cave with a rusted out VW micro-bus buried in it. But no, you weren't kidding" whispered Abby.
"Why are you whispering, Abby?" I asked her.
"I don't know; it's something about this place. So, the crew pods are down there?"
"Yeah, about half way between here and the 'front' of it." Now I started to whisper.
"You're right, Abby, I wish I had packed snacks and water. We could have had a great picnic." I started feeling through the pockets of my vest, hoping to find a forgotten treat or a biscuit. No such luck. I only found an old carrot, dried up and brown, reminiscing of a vanilla bean stock rather than a carrot. I looked at it carefully. There was no mold on it. I showed it to Abby. "I'll share," I said, half joking and hoping she would decline. The befuddlement that took over her face implied that the old carrot was all mine. I chomped it. It was bloody hard and very chewy. "It's not that bad, are you sure you don't want it?" I insisted, mumbling with my mouf full. She declined. Oh well, more for me. She shook her head and said, "You're so cute when chivalry takes the better of you, Major!", and she pressed her nose under my side.
Mr. Toes
I nommed the carrot in silence for a while, enjoying its concentrated sweetness. "You know, Abby, I wondered if they had a kitchen here. I wonder what they cooked. Can you imagine? A moon slug salad with lava rock croutons, a glass of a heavy mineral water, a spicy disdaindelion mousse for dessert. Or maybe they didn't cook; maybe they were getting their energy from somewhere else? Maybe they were like half-plants or something and had to stick their butts out of the ship, through the portholes to catch some starlight for photosynthesis? Or maybe they had a greenhouse or a farm on the ship?"
Molly & Suzy Mr. Toes
All of sudden she sat up straight. "You just gave me an idea, Toes. What if we set up a temporary shelter here, for the rescues. It would make a great burrow! If we explored this wreck further, who knows what we would find? With Singularia, we could get food and water in here. We could dump the waste into the artery; all that stuff just disappears from there, right?"
Now it was my turn to sit up. "You're right. They could stay here for however long they needed to. If we could get Singularia to grow or spread some of the artery tissue, we could even have the place light up with bioluminescence. Well, if that's what that is. Oh, yeah, you haven't seen it, though, have you? If you look up at the ceiling, it glows."
Suzy Mr. Toes
Abby stretched up and stared at the top of the chamber. "You're right, Major." She kept looking at the pale light above us. When she finished, she said "I think it's time to go back. We better let Suzy know we have some possibilities here. By the way, she's about to realize we've been gone for a while, and that she has no idea what happened to us! Come on. Let's go!"
We turned around and held paws as we ingressed into Singularia.

Friday, April 22, 2016

Thursday, April 21, 2016


Really, you want to play "hide under the blanky"? How come? What' sort of treats you got?

- Thank you, Linda, Delaney and Michael!

Wednesday, April 20, 2016


 Do what, now?

You're funny, hooomin, you're so funny. Let me see you play in it!

- Thank you, Rachel!

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Tuesday, April 19, 2016


Let me see. How about you guess what's on my mind. If you guess wrong I get a treat. How about that?

- Thank you, Merle!

Monday, April 18, 2016


How am I supposed to get through the day with just one plate of greens? And where are the nutriberries?

- Thank you, Mellissa!
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Sunday, April 17, 2016

Mr. Bun Update

 Greetings, Every Bunny!

Hoomin grabbed something from the reserves going back a little over two years ago. We had such a spooktacular time that morning, in March out of all things.

I think the verdict is in. I had no dandelions last week, and my bum stayed clean. Sigh..., I did have snacks of parsley, mint, and kohlrabi leaves. That didn't trigger anything. SARx based treats with nanner and raspberries didn't trigger anything unusual.

He says I'm getting a baf today, the maintenance kind. I forgot about them, and now it freaks me out a bit. Nothing serious, though. He keeps yammering about how well I'm doing and what a great bun I am.

Looking forward to mare snorgles today! We'll keep you posted.

- Mr. Bun

Saturday, April 16, 2016

The Disapprovers - Rubbery Recall

Last Week on the Disapprovers: The crew is working on a list of shelters and rescues that can take care of the critters after evacuation from the lab. Zeus, Mila, and Bruno snuck out of the house to reach Singularia. Mr. Toes with Frankie and Freddie work on orbital mechanics for his R and R project.
I started to feel giddy and couldn't get down to the basement fast enough. Abby went with me, but Suzy and Molly stayed put and kept compiling the list of rescues. Suzy said that was too important, and she was getting a bit annoyed with Zeus' antics. Of course, Frankie and Freddie went with us. When we got down, the round door of the pot belly stove was ajar, and two little, ratty faces were poking out. Zeus and Mila! "What took you so long?!?", grinned Zeus. "Hey, we just got the news, man," replied Abby.
Molly & Suzy
I was looking at Zeus with apprehension. I wanted to know if this was really Zeus in front of me, or something Zeus-like? And what is it with the stove? I got closer to the stove and sniffed it. I sniffed Zeus and Mila. They seemed to be ok, or at least my nose didn't pick up anything unusual about them.
"Is it really you, Zeus?" I managed to ask.
"As far as I can tell, Mr. Toes" replied Zeus.
"I mean, is it really you and not some fantastic 'screen-saver' of you, made up of exotic subatomic particles?"
"You got me; I thought we are all a fascinating mix of strange, subatomic particles. What's the difference, anyway? Are you worried there's another me, left behind in Singularia?"
"Something like that," I mumbled slowly and kept my eyes on him.
"No, there isn't another me, left behind in Singularia," said Zeus with a dead serious look on his face and continued, "I asked her if she can make a remote outstation, and can she serve as a two-way transport layer? You know, to move about and still occupy only a single spot on the space-time continuum. I sure hope there isn't another me floating around." Zeus winked.
Mila crawled out of the stove and laid down on the floor with her eyes closed. "It's her first time, isn't it?" I asked, knowing better. Abby moved over to her and stroked Mila's head, whispering "It's gonna be ok, your stomach will settle soon, and you'll be fine. The first excursion can make you a little sick, isn't that right, Major?"
"Yeah, she'll be okay. Can Abby and I go on a little tour of Singularia?"
"Oh, come on, Mr. Toes!", snapped Abby, "Can't you see she's sick?!?"
"I'm ok, the dizziness made me sick to my gut; it's passing now," Mila growled, but Abby's eyes were still narrow little slits. I was starting to smell my whiskers getting singed. I could tell Abby was still frying me with her look. A good while had passed before she cooled off.
"We'll take Mila upstairs, and you guys play with the stove, see what you can figure out," said Zeus with a smile.
I said, "First, we better suit up. Abby, you'll need a good grip on me." So we did, the suits were stashed away in the basement after our last expedition.
Molly Suzy
Abby took a good grip on me, and I crawled into the stove. She followed me. I was amazed that we both fit in that little space. It was very dark, and I felt Abby's grip tighten. I started seeing my own, faint glow, but it took a good moment for Abby to illuminate. "Can you see me now?" I asked.
"Oh my bun! I can, is that really you? And what happened to me, to my paws?!?"
"I think you got 'instrumented'. So, um, ... I want to go to the wreckage. Please." I really felt like I've gone bonkers and I was glad no bun could see me. "Who are you talking to, Toes?" whispered Abby. "Singularia, I think, or hope at least."
"What wreckage?" an answer-question appeared in my head. "The one you're in, a few yards ... that way, I think, and a bunch of yards below the surface. You know, where the central part of you is. That's where most of you is, right?"
"What's the exact location?"
"I don't know; that's all I remember. I can show you how I got there from this place."
"Let me see; maybe I can help you."
Really? Where else was she?
What did she mean by "Let me see"? I wondered. Abby kept silent, watching in disbelief.
Mr. Toes
I felt like someone was sifting through my memories, digging through them like little rubbery toys, glued to one another, never really separating them completely.
"Oh, there it is, is that what you mean?" something asked.
"Did you just rummage through my head?", I asked, more indignant than fascinated.
"Your head? It's my head too. You can peruse through 'mine' if you like. You do realize that now, the distinction between you and me is purely academic. From a practical point of view, it's hard to tell 'you' from 'me'. The same goes for your friend."
That's a fantastic neutrino pudding I got us into.
"Ok, can we get on with it at least. Do you have what you need to find the wreckage?"
Soon, I noticed the surroundings change. The glowing tumbleweed appeared and the lit up threads started stretching from our bodies.
Mr. Toes
"What do you mean 'done'?"
"You're there, just move forward and you'll exit through the boundary layer."
I got a good grip on Abby, even though I could feel her holding on to me for dear life. We moved forward and sure enough came through the boundary. Our heads were sticking out, and we were staring at the illuminated chamber and the insides of the wreck.
We slowly crawled out, and I asked Abby how she was feeling?
"Wow! I'm all right, I... I don't even feel sick. Not one bit!"

Friday, April 15, 2016


Yes, yes, Friday's here and you're here, looking at me, instead of fetching pawty tweats.

- Thank you, Audrey!

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Mrs. B

You smell Friday from here, do you? I don't smell any nanners or nutriberries. See the problem?

- Thank you, Jamie!

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Trixie and Baxter

Trixie, is it too early to start planning the weekend? No, not at all, Baxter. Just wait for her to leave.

- Thank you, Merle!

Tuesday, April 12, 2016


Hoomin...are you kidding me? I'm pretty sure this door was open a minute ago. Let me in! Now! Thump! You know what? Stay there, I'll make sure you can't get out.

- Thank you, Elisa!

Monday, April 11, 2016

Mr. Bun Update

Greetings Everybun!

This week has been the best one I had in a very, very long time. I stayed clean all week long. I didn't need one bum baf. Getting one today, though, to freshen the undercarriage, you know.

The hoomin is puzzled, though because something has changed, but we can't figure out what. Somehow I did not get single dandelion last week, so Mrs. hoomin thought that was it. But, I've been getting only two supplement treats a day and snacks made from the SARx mix (Small Animal Recovery mix from Sherwood  Pet Health). Those are mixed with a couple of raspberries and a little piece of nanner.

I got a serving of dandelion yesterday morning and remained clean.

The upshot of it all is that we had much more quality snorgle time and great naps in hoomin's lap!

Either way, we'll keep it up, and we'll keep you posted :-)
- Mr. Bun

Sunday, April 10, 2016

Hoppy 4th Gotcha Day, Mikey!!!

 Hoppy 4th Gotcha Day, Mikey!
Hoppy 4th Gotcha Day, Mikey!
Hoppy 4th Gotcha Day To You!

(Performed by the Stone Bun Pilots)

Gabrielle says, Mikey even "roll over" cuddled with her, which he rarely does!

- Thank you, Gabrielle!

PS: Mr. Bun Update return tomorrow, hoomin is up to his eyeballs in a home improvement project. Lasers are saving the day, of course! ;-)