It's a new year, and time to start a new blog. Before I forget, though, here's a link to Natasha's first blog, covering the time from August 2010 when she moved in with me through the end of 2011: Natasha Rabbitova's first blog Natasha and I had a nice unplanned weekend together. With about a foot of snow or more through Saturday, we were both perfectly content here at home with the woodstove stoked up. "Were you looking for me?" "I'm here in my box - see?" A nice hay snack for a Sunday afternoon. Natasha has adopted the spot under the end table as her "safe spot". She loves to lie there, enclosed in the stretchers, while I stroke her forehead from my place in the recliner. Sitting on her favorite bench. For some reason, Natasha has taken a dislike to the pair of cushions with bunnies on them. She keeps pushing them off the bench onto the floor for me to pick up. Time for a relaxing nap... Natasha and her Christmas present - a paper bag full of hay, with the odd dried banana chip and craisin mixed in... Asleep in the dining room, in front of her litter box. The woodstove had gotten a bit over-enthusiastic, so she'd moved into the next room where it was cooler - but still close enough to keep an eye on me.