I've been home most of the time since Christmas Eve, other than the odd run to the store or visiting friends, so Natasha's become used to having me around. I don't know what she's going to think when I go back to work tomorrow.
Here are my first 2016 photos of Natasha:
Natasha's been dozing next to me most of today, in full meatloaf mode, as I've been working on the computer.
As soon as I put the camera down on her level, though, she got up to see if it was something edible or interesting:
I've definitely been neglectful of Natasha's blog this year. It's been a busy one for me, and not always in a good way, so I haven't been on RO in quite a while.
Anyway, Natasha's still going strong. She's eight now, but still acts like a kit. She does Bunny 500's around the house every morning, and binkies when I turn off the TV at night and tell her it's time for her bedtime snack.
She gave me a bit of a fright this week. On Tuesday she had run into my bedroom just before the alarm and ran laps around the bed as usual. I got up and got ready for work, and then I called her for breakfast. That usually brings her running from wherever she'd been - but on Tuesday, nothing. No bunny. I even tried calling "Carrot" - nothing. So, I got a flashlight and looked under my bed, where she hides sometimes - no bunny. The back rooms were closed off, and I have a small house, so the only place she could be was the dining room or the living room (she won't go in the kitchen because of the slippery linoleum). She wasn't anywhere. That made no sense. I ate my breakfast, figuring she'd come out to chow down when I stopped looking for her, but she didn't. I looked under everything which had an "under", and behind everything which a bunny could get behind. Still nothing. Finally, I opened the sofa bed in the living room, and there she was. Somehow she'd gotten herself under the bed mechanism - don't know if she was trapped or couldn't find her way out, or if she was just playing "hide the bunny". I picked her up and held her for a while, then plunked her in her cage, where she immediately started inhaling her morning salad.
Sometimes, I think rabbits just enjoy making us worry...
Natasha was just chilling out on Wednesday, when I was home for Yom Kippur. She spent quite a while in a full-on flop next to her ball and her cardboard tunnels, but of course she rolled upright as soon as I grabbed my camera. Someday...
Your darling Natascha is just as cute as the day is long.
Though I do think she would have a mouth like Cloris Leachman. I mean that as a compliment, as my dearly departed Trixie would have had a bit of a potty mouth. After all-lady rabbits of DISTINCTION like Natascha and Trix would have EARNED the right to be a *bit* earthy...