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2 Dutch Rabbits and a Himalayan

Today is not my lucky day. First, I typed some things into MoodGarden and lost them. Then I typed some things into this album, and lost them. Let's see how well I can go about retrieving them. . .

Okay, I thought the loveseat lovefest, with Dorcas whispering sweet nothings in Berf's ear, would be a good place to start this album, considering that we have three -- soon to be four -- rabbits, living with 13 cats. Next, I wanted to show all three of the girls, while they still are a trinity, before they are joined by our fourth Flemish Giant rabbit in August:

Now the line-up here is Dorcas, Maddie, and Jemimah. Dorcas and Jemimah are sisters and are now about 5 years old. We acquired Maddie a little over a year ago, when she was about a year old. We had to get Maddie spayed in order for her to calm down enough to get along with the other two. We are hoping to get a Flemish Giant buck that will not spray and so will not have to be neutered. We'll see. Everyone may be "its" before long, like with the cats.

Here is a picture from before Maddie arrived, when Dorcas still had her nose because Maddie hadn't bitten it off yet:

However, in this more recent picture of Dorcas, you can see that she indeed is missing the tip of her nose. Also, in case you haven't noticed yet. She is very special: not only do her ears look like they have lightning bolts on them, she has one blue eye and one brown eye. That is after all, why she is named Dorcas, as one who would have been raised from the dead (Peter, in Acts, raises Tabitha, aka Dorcas, from the dead). "Dorcas", incidentally, also means "Gazelle".

And, all in due course. Jemimah gets her limelight, too. Here, she is once again trying to show off her impressive girth. It has been said that she is fat, but that's not really the case. She is merely a luxuriant princess. She has merely grown into her name -- Jemimah, being "The Dove", being also one of Job's daughters that was born after everything and more was restored to him. She was among the first women to inherit property in the Old Testament. Hmmmm. Little Princess. I wonder what she's after me for!

And, of course, a picture of Maddie is about due. And I should explain about her name too. Maddie is short for "Mary Magdalene," and Maddie has not yet become the strong female leader that I think the apocryphal Book of Mary shows Mary to have been. But we keeping hoping for her to develop some leadership traits. After all, she is still young, barely two years old, nearly three years younger than the other two.

So that's Maddie in the Ravens cap, even though it is not yet football season. We are always hopeful.

I have done eight job applications this afternoon. Part of me is tempted to go take a picture of the outgoing mail as evidence, but I realize that is not necessary here. Besides, who wants to reveal how really poor her handwriting is -- I handwrite my envelopes because I can't figure out how to do them on the printer. A shortcoming which has already probably cost me a few job opportunities based on aesthetic considerations alone.

I am not sure how to make this album public. I would like to make it public. Though I realize that it really is quite a bit like the blog itself. What is the difference, after all? I am not sure. I am just not sure.

So, perhaps it's time to post more pictures. I realized that I really ought to have started at the beginning -- with St. Francis, Dorcas and Jemimah, for it was St. Francis that I had at the beginning, St. Francis who now sits in a marble urn on the bedroom mantle.

So how did I get St. Francis, in the first place, and how did he come to have the name St. Francis? Well, in case you haven't guessed it already, I went through a religious phase during which I named all my pets by religious names, starting with St. Francis. I bought St. Francis because I just got in the mood to by a bunny one afternoon, knowing that my sister had indulged with her kids a few months before, knowing that it was possilble to have an indoor rabbit. Well, St. Francis showed me that he was potty trained right away, and I couldn't bear to keep him in the hutch. And then when he showed me that even with a cat he was too lonely, I got him two more companions -- Dorcas and Jemimah, and that's really when I started taking pictures, and not before.

Here's St. Francis on a playboard in the enclosure where I kept him with the two girls -- the two girls were not so well house-broken as St. Francis and we had to make some compromises, which St. Francis did not particularly appreciate, when it involved enclosing him where he couldn't get close to me.

This is actually my favorite St. Francis picture, although it is not very clear. I call it "Taste and See" for Ps. 34:6 "Taste and see that the Lord is Good" and 1 Pet. 2:3 "If indeed you have tasted that the Lord is Good." That really is St. Francis licking his little lips, and I always thought that Dorcas' looked like she was in a prayer position here, or at least a kowtow. Gotta go with what you got!

So anyway, when I went to seminary, I got rid of Star, the cat, giving her to Dylan, son of my ex-boyfriend's then new girlfriend. The ex-boyfriend and that girlfriend did end up moving in together, so Star and Simba were reunited. But I still had the three rabbits, against the rule of the seminary housing authority. But I couldn't bring myself to give them away to the pound, as I had heard that only a few lucky ones with good equipment make it out alive. So I took them to seminary with me, where St. Francis promptly got a hair ball and died. II really felt I was not called to ministry after that, St. Francis had been so much my evangelical companion, I felt released from any obligation to spread the gospel word, at least for a time. I really ought to have a picture of the box in which I keep Dear St. Francis.

Maybe I will take that photograph later today. Anyway, because of housing constraints, for a while my rabbits lived at Ginger's house, in Rye, New York, instead of with me for a while. But when I moved to the house of Abbington Road, I got to have my rabbits again.

One of the things we did together was search for a boyfriend for me. A friend, Kevin, took this picture of me with Dorcas, which we posted on Match.com

It did finally work; Scott and I started to correspond the last part of the springtime, early May, before graduation that year. ANd we messed around with my study things and with Easter gifts and the like.

So, Dorcas became a real computer pro, and Jemimah continued in her very sympathetic orientation toward life, embracing even my stuffed pig as an acceptable companion:

Then there were the times, that these two did everything together so that you would have thought they were Siamese twins:

Then, there was the night of the "Great Escape". Dorcas and Jemimah were confined to the pen, and I had left a ramp to the chair in there, and Dorcas used it to hop out of the pen and hide under the bed. That was the night before I got Maddie, about a week before Easter that year.

So, how did we get Maddie? Well, I was at the petstore, minding my own business and buying rabbit food. . . and there was this hysterical woman insisting that she had to return this adult rabbit because it didn't get along with her new baby rabbit, and her daughter wanted two baby rabbits anyway, the daughter didn't want to keep this rabbit that she had already had for a year, and obviously this hystierical mother was no sort of disciplinarian!. So I ended up taking Maddie home with me, and the pet store manager gave me a carry case for her: She made herslef at home immediately:

So, Maddie came to live with us, and promptly bit off Dorcas' perfect little nose. I retaliated by having Maddie spayed, and everything worked better after that. In the rabbits IRL scrapbook, I have the receipts from getting Dorcas' nose mended and from getting Maddie spayed; the two surgeries were the equivalent amount. And here I thought I was getting a free rabbit! But we do love Maddie.

Easter came, and Susan/Meowgal brought the rabbits a darling Rabbit Peeps basket filled with miniature peeled carrots, which they snarfed down in only moments:

SO there's Maddie, and here's Jemimah and Dorcas:

And Dorcas (note the delicately sewn nose):

So that's my girls through Easter. The next event was when I got the bunny socks for graduation from Laura. I got three pairs of bunny socks, and "tried them on" the rabbits to see how they went: Dorcas (Dorkie, for short), managed to shove her socks over onto the poor, trusting and unsuspecting Jemimah:

Maddie was a little too young to appreciate all the finer points of sock shifting, and just hopped around with a pair on her back to please me:

Most recently, Scott and I took the three girls on a trip across country, from Knoxville, MD, to Kansas City, MO. They road in the back of the Passat wagon, with their potty pan and two "Cat Caves" from Walmart to shield them from the sun and lend a sense of warrrn-like coziness to the back:

Dorcas, Jemimah and Maddie in the back of the Passat in KCMO

They were great in the hotel rooms, exploring everything with exitement. At Mom and Dad's house, they stayed in the butler's pantry, right off the kitchen, where all the activity takes place so that they were one with the family. We put them in the harnesses and walked them across Mom and Dad's vast lawn:

Maddie, Dorcas and Jemimah rest in Harness at My Parents' House

Jemimah and Dorcas in Harness at my Parents' House II

Dorcas and Jemimah in Harness at My Parents' House

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