Shopping for a Princess

This is the brand new Timor Market. The person I live with went to buy me lettuce there the other day. Unfortunately, they only had (gasp) iceberg. Knowing me as well as she does, my person said "do you have any other lettuce, perhaps some dark greens?"
"No, I don't," the grocer replied, "but this iceberg is very good lettuce, you can eat it."
"Well, actually, it's for my rabbit. And she won't eat iceberg."
"Won't eat it? A rabbit? What does she eat?"
"She prefers darker greens, such as romaine or green leaf lettuce."
"Wow, that's some picky rabbit. I will look out for dark greens in the future and try to carry them."

It wasn't until she was out the door and on her way home the my person realized how completely insane she sounded, and how completely in control I am.

Snow bunny

So, it snowed. Big deal. I was forced to go outside in it, although I would rather be warm inside. Jeez, talk about freezing! It was 18 degrees! I have to admit, though, that I was pretty interested in it. But the charm wore off real quick. Good thing I'm a pampered girl, and when I went back inside I was toweled off and put in a new warm sweater straight out of the dryer! But I'm not doin that again.

Here's how it went.

Jesus, it's cold. Can I sneak inside this way?

That way?

What am I to do? It's so very cold!

Please, please bring me inside. I'm begging you.

Don't I look pitiful and tiny, all up to my shoulders in snow??

Look at my little eyes. All sad and pathetic.

Great, thanks for nothin. Meanie. Look, I'm practically buried.

I hate you. So I'm gonna turn my back on you. You can just stare at my butt.

Let me try the getaway again.

Oh no, I'm confused! Which way do I go?

Looks like there's only one thing to do.

"Dear God, please get me out of this cold. Amen."

Nope, still here...

"Aren't you listening to me, Yahweh?????"

Obviously praying aint gonna work.

I'll just suffer through it til I can go back to my warm cottontail cottage

(which, by the way, still has that crappy blue towel for carpeting!)

Finally, looks like we're going inside. I hope to never be a snow bunny again!

Now take this wet sweater off of me and put me in something warm. Now.

Snow!

Looks like Jack Frost is coming our way. Snow in the forecast for tomorrow. I will venture out into it, warmly bundled of course. Photos to follow.

I'm a stinker!!

Ms. Helen came over to visit this weekend. Being a bit aloof, I refused to acknowledge her presence. She pretty much sat like this, staring in my direction, for hours, waiting for me to make an appearance. I just sat and ate some lettuce and stared at her a couple of times, but other than that I refused to participate in the play date. I'm a brat, I know! Poor Helen, she's so cute and just wants to be friends.

Grooming and Lazing in the Morning Sun

Look closely and you can see my little bitty tongue!

Yes, I am a most fastidious groomer.

But that sunbeam is hard to resist...

I'm giving in to its lovely, lovely warmth...

And... I'm down.

Oh, the comfort.

Yes, I believe I will stay here for a while.

Give me a raisin!!!

Uh, maybe I'm being critical...

But I think they might wanna hold off on the sign for a while.

Does this sweater make my butt look fat?

No seriously, does it? Look at my buttocks!!

It makes me look like I have wide, childbearing hips.