Monday Mantra Smokin Jo Style

 

I'm ready for love, oh baby I'm ready for love

 Bad Company

The Politics Of Rabbits (and one cat)

"You gots some treats mommy?"

Mojo and Duds do not care for Jojo

"Read me a story mom"

I'm afraid of rabbits

Nina calling for somebody to come pick up the rabbits.

When I originally brought Jojo home I thought he was going to be happy being a single bunny. He is such a people oriented little guy. That is what I get for thinking. 

Jojo made it very obvious from the start that he wanted a bun friend. He tried to shove his face under every bun in bundom. He took a particular shine to Sam and Jack. I cant blame him, the other bunnies tried to kill him. Jack seemed somewhat interested. I started the bonding rituals. We stopped then started several times. We seemed to turn a corner......then Sam decided he didnt care for the status quo.

I came home from home work the other day to blood and chaos. Darla was out of her playpen and bleeding, from her feet and from her lip. Jojo had been left out to play and free roam with Sam and Jack. I immediately blamed him. I happened to see Sammi's mouth....it had blood all over it but no injury. Jack was cowered in the back of his playpen. I knew Sam Sam was the culprit and my Sambo doesnt do that.

I got Darla cleaned up and flushed her wounds. They will heal but leave scars. As I was putting her back in her playpen I noticed Whoosh was also bleeding. DAMMIT! What had they been doing while I was gone?

Jojo is making my sweet little Sammicakes aggressive and it scares Jackson to death. NO MORE BONDING. I have done a lot of bonding over the years and sometimes you just need to call it quits.   

Beautiful bunny tote that my friend Amanda made for me.

Jojo is going on some dates on Monday. I know how desperately he wants a friend and the buns here are just not going to tolerate his invasion. I have a lot of buns in mind but very little time to devote to a long bonding ritual. I am hoping for a bit of love at first sight. Wish us luck. 

Nina is terrified of the buns. She rarely makes her way downstairs and only if I am standing by. She peeks around corners and if she catches so much of a glimpse of bunny ear, she is back up those stairs lickety split. Poor girl, sometimes they scare me too. 

Oh dont ever be alarmed by a Monday Mantra. I often pick from my favorite writers and it depends on my mood too. We are all well and I hope you are too. 

My spell check didn't work so forgive any oopses.  

Monday Mantra

"Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time."
John Steinbeck

 

This is Nina

 

I want you all to meet Nina and find out how she came to be with us.

My brother has been making noises about getting a dog. No way. I am sorry but Darla has intense fear of dogs and I just don't have the time to care for a dog. I also cant take a risk that something could happen while I was at work. I love dogs but no. I suggested we adopt a cat. An older cat from a rescue of course.

 

I began looking online about a week and a half ago. I searched for older kitties that had been declawed. I dont believe in declawing but if we found a kitty that had already been done that would be okay. I felt it was safer for the bunnies. I zeroed in on a bunny name Porkchop.

 

I went to meet Porkchop the other day. She was the victim of a horrible trauma. Possibly a do it at home declaw. Her feet were badly crippled. She has a million problems. My heart ached for her. I knew when I met her she probably was not the one. She had big issues with having her feet touched and who could blame her. It might be a bad mix with the bunnies.

 

When I was talking to Porkchop, I kept getting a swat across the booty. I turned to look and this HUGE black cat was purring and begging for my attention. I called her by name and she immediately began to talk. I asked for her story.

 

The lady told me that Nina had been relinquished to the animal shelter at age 11 along with her sister. Her sister was adopted right away. Nina had been there 2 years. She needed some people and a home, I could tell. They told me she had been adopted out for a few days but brought back. The people decided they would rather have a kitten. Nina wasnt playful enough. I went and got her this morning.

 

She is currently hiding under the bed. She is grossly overweight and not active at all. Her main domain will be upstairs but I have seen zero interest from her in the buns and vice versa. Jojo ran up to her and did not seem impressed. He just stared at her for a bit and then went back to playing. We will take a lot of time with introductions but I don't foresee big problems.

 

She will have a quiet home here to live out her life. Welcome Miss Nina. We love you already.  We will get some nicer photos when she comes out from under the bed.