First, I must apologise for a heading devoid of any imagination whatsoever and worthy of remark to the extent that it's worthy of remark at all only by dint of the fact that it demonstrates such egregious laziness on the part of the writer. Yes, I got it from a Hong Kong Government press release.
But seriously, this month we are celebrating the first anniversary of Fletcher, our rabbit. Fletch, as we affectionately call him, is let out of his cage morning and evening, and likes nothing better than to chew cables, wallpaper and book covers. That's not entirely true, as his all-time favourite occupation is to hump. He's a real equal-opportunity humper: he's not bothered about sex or age, so long as you've got an arm or a leg.
Talking of money, he's very cheap to keep, but he's rather too fond of the wrong type of food, preferring carrots and cabbage to dried grass. Who wouldn't, though? As for beverages, his favourite tipple is his own urine, which gives some of us pause when he indulges in his number one show of affection, which starts as a lick to the nose before graduating to a crop to the eyebrows.
He's quite entertaining when he does those funny electrified leaps that rabbits go in for or when he runs around in circles before standing on his hind legs meerkat fashion. Above all, Fletch is incredibly stupid (he makes our dwarf hamsters look like David M. Webb) and desperately insecure - always in need of attention and affirmation.
No doubt about it, he was born to blog.
But seriously, this month we are celebrating the first anniversary of Fletcher, our rabbit. Fletch, as we affectionately call him, is let out of his cage morning and evening, and likes nothing better than to chew cables, wallpaper and book covers. That's not entirely true, as his all-time favourite occupation is to hump. He's a real equal-opportunity humper: he's not bothered about sex or age, so long as you've got an arm or a leg.
Talking of money, he's very cheap to keep, but he's rather too fond of the wrong type of food, preferring carrots and cabbage to dried grass. Who wouldn't, though? As for beverages, his favourite tipple is his own urine, which gives some of us pause when he indulges in his number one show of affection, which starts as a lick to the nose before graduating to a crop to the eyebrows.
He's quite entertaining when he does those funny electrified leaps that rabbits go in for or when he runs around in circles before standing on his hind legs meerkat fashion. Above all, Fletch is incredibly stupid (he makes our dwarf hamsters look like David M. Webb) and desperately insecure - always in need of attention and affirmation.
No doubt about it, he was born to blog.
11 comments:
Named after Ronnie Barker's character in Porridge?
That's what I thought - my daughter named him. But, no, after a cultural icon from the current era, Tom Fletcher from the boy-band McFly.
smile
how long these critters live. they seem quite cute.
Between 6 and 10 years, on average, so I'm told.
awwwww.
Hmmm. I think a few rounds with the Dog Whisperer might be in order.
But what about if he runs off with my wife?
Try him on prunes, turnips and cream, he'll taste better....
When he goes, it'll be in a pie with a white sauce - it's a bugger taking all the bones out, mind.
Ah, rabbit pie - nothing beats it besides jugged hare at a country pub.
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