Bun Rebellion & new food low (or high?)
Threshie is refusing to come in. It is ~10pm, and a toasty 60-something degrees outside. I got home late, so he didn't get to romp in the yard until nearly 7. He rests a lot, between bouts of playing, being a growing Baby Bun.
This morning I dozed along with alarm music a little too long and ended up in a huge hurry. No time to eat some oatmeal, and wanted to get some protein in there, so I threw some nonfat plain yogurt into it, a scoop of vanilla protein powder, and just enough orange juice so I could drink it from a mug in the car. It looked unspeakable and wasn't impressive flavor-wise, but dammit, I ATE! The veal crate is handy for scheduling.
The Mango still hasn't requested leave - I can tell because he's off IM...or (more likely) invisible. I love him dearly, and am confident he WANTS to visit, but he's horrible about taking action when it's something new. And he hasn't ever taken leave before, so I've known this would be a big hurdle for him. We can always stalk him. He's contained within a barbed-wire perimeter, after all *wicked grin.*
Meanwhile, The Moose keeps sneaking into The Banana's room where the cat food is. Normally, The Banana doesn't let The Moose into her room at all - making it a logical safe haven for cat feeding. Our treacherous Moose is quick to spot openings in the hierarchy though, and expand her territory. That explains her increased twitchiness, too. She's already started calming since being caught/shooed away a couple of times, and we did a lot of figure eights on tonight's Moose Loop walk - just to reaffirm who is making the decisions around here.
*facepalm*
Obviously, it's the bunny. And I shall now go attempt some Orange Slice Diplomacy, having picked some up some cans of his favorite Mandarin orange slices at the store earlier.
This morning I dozed along with alarm music a little too long and ended up in a huge hurry. No time to eat some oatmeal, and wanted to get some protein in there, so I threw some nonfat plain yogurt into it, a scoop of vanilla protein powder, and just enough orange juice so I could drink it from a mug in the car. It looked unspeakable and wasn't impressive flavor-wise, but dammit, I ATE! The veal crate is handy for scheduling.
The Mango still hasn't requested leave - I can tell because he's off IM...or (more likely) invisible. I love him dearly, and am confident he WANTS to visit, but he's horrible about taking action when it's something new. And he hasn't ever taken leave before, so I've known this would be a big hurdle for him. We can always stalk him. He's contained within a barbed-wire perimeter, after all *wicked grin.*
Meanwhile, The Moose keeps sneaking into The Banana's room where the cat food is. Normally, The Banana doesn't let The Moose into her room at all - making it a logical safe haven for cat feeding. Our treacherous Moose is quick to spot openings in the hierarchy though, and expand her territory. That explains her increased twitchiness, too. She's already started calming since being caught/shooed away a couple of times, and we did a lot of figure eights on tonight's Moose Loop walk - just to reaffirm who is making the decisions around here.
*facepalm*
Obviously, it's the bunny. And I shall now go attempt some Orange Slice Diplomacy, having picked some up some cans of his favorite Mandarin orange slices at the store earlier.