Cotton, Kaola, Fuzzy, Fluffy or Mr rabbit

After a failed attempt to find the Crazy Woman's 5 acre parsel with llamas, turkeys, burrows, roosters, rabbits, and I don't even want to think about how many cats, I found a nice gay fellow, Mike, whose boyfriend, Mike, and he live on capital hill. They only have 5 cats, 3 rabbits, 2 dogs. they have thier own apartment. the animals that is. Anyway, Mike #1 works at the animal shelter and was fostering this big guy, who was the size of a peanut when he got him. Ellie's birthday present. My sister said she hates rabbits. I started saying how I was allergic to cats, and telling her that the rabbit was litter box trained, and and and...then I remembered, Oh Yeah, this is Laurie trying to get me going. Why does this still work after 40 years?

I am watching Ellie teach Phoenix how to hold a baby carrot to give the rabbit. She is such a know it all. I wonder where she could have possibly developed that trait??

Mike, the oh so gay animal freak of Capital Hill, was happy to have met Ellie and me, as the rabbit took to us quickly, and he liked the fact that Ellie, Thomas, and most all the other critters around here were adopted. Mike # 2 said adoption was the way to go. When we got there, Ellie walked in and told Mike, "I won't be able to always take care of the bunny, cause I have school and stuff." She was very excited and talking a lot about all the animals she has and takes care of and how she played "Treat Girl" with our old dog Bertie. Mike # 1 brought up a little crate, the rabbits little crock and his little toy bunny. I said, "Could you be more gay?" He laughed, "No."

The bunny is home, and seems content, slowly exploring his new home.