Aww! I love my Wenty!
This morning he hopped up on the bed for snuggles. This is becoming a regular thing.
He also does a little bit of lick grooming. This morning I got extensive licky kisses and a thorough grooming along my left arm. Then he topped it off with no less than two dying act flops of complete contentment against me! ❤️

And we have contact!  Wenty and Clover nose to nose between the bars.   

 

Welcome Clover!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single male rabbit in possession of a large hutch must be in want of a wife
(yes I did spend WAY too long thinking that line up ;) )
To that end, I welcomed Clover into the household yesterday from the Blue Cross rehoming centre in Burford in an attempt to find Wentworth such a wife (they are both neutered there is zero chance of an unexpected litter)
Isn’t she a lovely lady? 

 
Clover is settling in well.  She’s very chilled out, has nommed lots of hay, stretched out for a snooze and there has been tooth chattering purring (she actually did this a little in the car on the way home). I’m taking this as a really good sign.  She’s still shy of me and hides in the little sheltered area but I’m not yet a known provider of food, so I’m sure this will change soon enough.

Wentworth meanwhile remains suspicious of this strange female who has taken possession of his sunbathing shelf…and the rest of the hutch…
He seems to think this is an intruder.  He spent a good hour danger! Thumping to warn me of this, then another hour or so staring at the hutch suspiciously from his box of hay under my bed.  Then he disappeared into mums room across the hall. He has stuck close to me when I was in my room.  He snuggled with me from an early hour, and was begging for attention the whole time I was getting dressed for work bless him.  It was very much a ‘don’t leave me alone with that strange female mummy!’ So adorable!

On Pets.

I love having pets.  I’d be lonely without my pets.
I have a pair of rabbits, Willoughby and Wentworh (I’ll explain about the Jane Austen theme at some point I promise).  They are house rabbits.

They do not get on.

In fact it’s world war three if they ever get together, which is why Wentworth’s domaine is my bedroom, and Willoughby gets the rest of the house.  I feed them a handful of rabbit food in the morning.  Both rabbits are well attuned to roughly when this happens.
This morning I had a lie in of sorts.  Wentworth deciding if was high time I got up and fed him tried to throw his food bowl around.  I noticed he was doing something, but was too busy catching up on my Dragonvale app game on my phone to pay much attention.
This stratagem failing he hopped up on the bed, snuggles close and tried the, I’m thin and weak and hungry and cute.  Pity me. Feed me.  Line complete with big eyed cuteness.  Unfortunately for Wenty, this produces mixed results.  Generally of the kind where I go, oh he wants snuggles!
I proceeded to stroke and pet him, and he flattened on the duvet in bliss, because the second best thing to actually being fed is the sure knowledge that I am worshiping him in the form of abundant snuggles and food will be forthcoming shortly.
You can imagine his outrage when the alarm of noisyness went off, and I shoved him gently out of the way.  Taking this as his usual clue he hopped off the bed and dived food bowl-wards. With his almost 360 degree vision he would have seen me diving out of the room to go to the bathroom and get ready for work.
The outrage! The horror.  I had forgotten to feed him!
He thumped to remind me.  I have a laminate floor with a rug.  Thumps echo.
Of course I heard, told him not to be silly, I hadn’t forgotten, but didn’t I get the cold shoulder when I got back in the room.  He dived under the bed (his traditional refuge) to sulk, not even coming out to the familiar rattle of the food bag or clink of the food going into the bowl.

He forgave me enough to sit on the bunny cushion when (as a well trained hubun) I offered my apology for the insult in the form of food that he deigned to eat from my hand.

I love my bunnies.

19/06/2013

19/06/2013

Really weird, though vivid-ish dreams last night. And they were slipping away fast when I woke.

The first part was that I worked in a café. But there was a creepy assassin with tanned skin and a dark moustache and a thin wrinkly face who was an assassin. He seemed to be my employer or had something that forced me to work/inform for him, despite me being employed by the café owner. The café owner comes and tells me I have been summoned to see him. I balk and she reminds me that he ‘owns’ me somehow. So I go off after stalling as long as possible and then when I leave she calls me back demanding to know where I’m going, reminds me that I’m employed by her not him. I throw her words of ‘the assassin owns you’ in her face yelling that I can’t be both and storm off to do what I have to with the assassin guy.

It turns out he wants to know who did such and such a thing (can’t remember what it was now) and I kept naming either one of my bosses (Roger) or the head of the Offshore labs department Terry. He doesn’t seem to want them dad though, and I can’t remember why I kept switching between names. In the end he comes out and says he wants to buy into Roger’s business.

I then saw a snippet of what I imagine Damian the vampire from my roll play game looks like trying to cut off the communications to a place – even though it’s streaming sunlight out. He’s driven to do this act and I’ve no idea why, possibly to save Bel my character somehow but he uses the tunnels to get to it.

The other dream I had was odd. There was a youngish duke, who was completely under the control of one of his ministers (I got the impression the duke was a bit mentally unstable in a not emotionally growing up kind of way when I got to speak to him in the dream. I told him about my pet rabbits. He liked that. He was telling me about his pet cat and how it had destroyed a sofa (it was pretty mangled). I’m fairly certain that there was a war on, and the lands had magic, though I didn’t actively see any.

The dream shifted to some sort of monastery where there was a woman priest. She was very scared of the bishop or other priest that had come to her place with his followers and tries to bar them from the building, and prevent the bishop from preaching on the white balcony (only able to get to by ladder from the front though it sticks out of the building.. She gets told off for that.

The bishop/priest tries to help the child minded duke, but gets turned away by the person controlling him, which is a mistake, because every enemy that person has rally’s around the priest. I could see colourful symbols on their clothing, though not in detail, only that there was colour.

25/1/13

25/1/13
I dreamt I was having computer issues (which I have in real life). I went to my friends Joe & Zoe’s flat. There were rabbits there (when there should be kittens). I am trying to book a plane flight to Australia and South Africa with mum.

22/7/11

22/7/11

I had a dream about mum and my bunnies last night, don’t remember much about that though.

I had another dream in which I’ve gone to Lands End. There is a vertical cliff and something is of interest as there are many looking over the cliff – we climbed the hill to get there and it’s a sheer drop we are standing on the very edge of. I look down – it’s a long way to the sand and surf. I climbed the hill from the low lying land to get there. I remember the climb being difficult. The wind was blowing strongly from land to sea so I stepped away from the cliff for fear of falling. I watched the others looking out to sea and down, then I went back down the hill.

4/7/11

04/07/2011

Last night I dreamt that I went to visit dad in my dressing gown and long length nightie (except I don’t wear a nightie in bed. Dad’s staying at grandmas so I am walking up Cadley Causeway in night clothes – only the place is oddly quiet and deserted. When I get to grandma’s she’s out tending to her rabbits (grandma has never kept rabbits that I know of). There are a lot of rabbits – possibly about ten? Anyway, they are being really boisterous I go outside to the hutches and runs. The chickens grandma is also keeping in this dream are complete cowards in this dream, running and hiding in their coop away from the rabbits. I don’t notice when it begins to rain, as grandma shows me the rest of her menagerie.

I also had a dream that was definitely related to what I have been reading lately – it was all about the Medici, though I don’t remember other details. I have recently worked my way through two of the Jean Plaidy series on Catherine de Medici – The Italian Woman & Madame Serpent.

22/07/2011

22/07/11

I had a dream about mum and my bunnies last night, don’t remember much about that though.

I had another dream in which I’ve gone to Lands End. There is a vertical cliff and something is of interest as there are many looking over the cliff – we climbed the hill to get there and it’s a sheer drop we are standing on the very edge of. I look down – it’s a long way to the sand and surf. I climbed the hill from the low lying land to get there. I remember the climb being difficult. The wind was blowing strongly from land to sea so I stepped away from the cliff for fear of falling. I watched the others looking out to sea and down, then I went back down the hill.

14/03/11

14/03/11
 
I remember very little about last nights dreams except that I found one of the limited edition Olympic 50p pieces.  It was all in gold, and had some sort of Greek stylised figure on it – like the discus thrower or a Pegasus
 
 
I also had a continuation of a dream I had a week or so back this evening.  I was an actress and we were returning to the site to film the next step in the film.  Adrian from work is there, and I need certain equipment – helmet and torch – I have the helmet, forgot the torch and loiter around a bit before deciding that, I don’t really need it anyway and walk down the road.  I am now at the back, and meet an interesting (and good looking) bloke who, likewise is late.  He’s one of several ‘directors’ and we get chatting. He takes me to a cottage of his mothers on the park (it’s here that I find out I am in a park in Birmingham). The guy shows me the film blanks from, the pervious days filming – I get negatives to take to a photo shop as a gift and then we join the others that will be doing the filming (car trip with several people – the car’s just been switched and the new car is shit in comparison to the other.  People are interested in the negatives, which show the /very/ impressive explosion of a cathedral (a massive fireball at night).  Gareth (from work) makes a snarky comment about me being alone with this dude, even to the point of not believing it’s his mothers place.  Then the dream shifts and I am in a conservatory – very tropical, in which there are ferns etc, and two bunnies – Willoughby and a brown rabbit.  Will is sacked out under a fern, too hot to do anything. The brown one has a weird moss growing on it’s rump that I need to remove.  And mum comes in with kumquats (a citrus all of a sudden – which is juicy and lush and lacking it’s peel so eatable immediately.)  Yeah,  A bit odd that, but that’s my sleeping brain for you.