His name is TJ (I call him, “Charlie”). Elizabeth
brought sneaked him home in her purse from a rodeo she was in a couple of weekends ago. I think Charlie is a much better name, and more importantly it makes my children CraZy that I call him Charlie, which is largely the point. It’s also been pointed out to me, by the kitty smuggler herself that his name is spelled ‘Teajay’, but I refuse, and if and when I have to write his name down it will be TJ or maybe even Charlie. HA!
Seeing as I already have one unwanted animal in the house (did I mention Mr. MK and I are allergic?), we stopped by a friends farm and I decided to let the girls each pick out a rabbit. It’s impossible to turn your back on a baby bunny! Honestly, it is … I tried.
This is Chica. She’s lovely, quiet, and friendly. I’m a wee bit in love. She belongs to Georgia (poor, poor Chica).
Yes, umm … this is Chica too! Have I told how stinkin’ cute this bunny is? How sweet?
This is Maisey. She’s cute too, but she fast, wily and always planning an escape. I knew the day would come when I was happy I’d kept the pool cleaning net around (even though we no longer have a swimming pool) and that day has arrived (again and again) thanks to Maisey. Pool nets are great for capturing rascally rabbits.
Mr. MK pretty much thought I’d lost my marbles, but agreed that they’d have to stay (You can’t turn your back on a baby bunny. He tried.) He’s spent the last couple of nights building a 3 storey bunny mansion. It’s nothing like the naughty bunny mansion in California. No grotto in site.
The man child is helping to build the bunny mansion. This is the only screwing going on around here!