Melvin's Habits

Downside number one of a bunny-- silly Melvin likes to rattle her cage by grabbing the water bottle with her teeth and shaking the crap out of it before she gets a drink. Note: she grabs the metal drinking spout with her teeth and shakes it.  And then she gets herself a drink.  She has to arrange the bottle to an angle that suits her at the time.  Apparently this is amusing as all get out, since she woke me up five times last night doing it, because she likes it at a different angle every time.  Again, this is part of being a responsible pet parent (or just a parent or caretaker, period).  You put up with their quirks.  You don't love the animal any less, you just smile, sigh, and move on with life. I bought the bunny, so I'm going to have to alter my life to fit her into it.  Although it does make me wonder... why in God's name do I always manage to pick the weirdo animals out of the lot?


I mean, Melvin thinks rattling the cage is awesome.   And she loves running around her little plastic hidey-house.  I guess it's like a bunny carousel or something, because she did it for about five minutes before she got tired and flopped over.  And she also likes to eat her bunny pellets (hereafter called kibbles, because it sounds way cuter) one by one.  Heehee, she's a very fastidious bunny-- one kibble at a time, constantly giving herself baths, delicately taking one piece of timothy hay and nibbling it....  Crazy.  And she'll run around, then flop onto her side in several places before deciding she likes a spot and stays in it, then she changes her mind and starts hopping all over again.

She isn't even the only weirdo pet I've had....  I've had weird hamsters and rats too.  There was Diesel, who liked Metallica and danced to it with me, and even had Metallica songs he loved (Fuel, King Nothing, and Eye of the Beholder-- which is super-weird since I hated that song) and some he completely hated (...And Justice for All, The Memory Remains-- which I love, but couldn't play near Diesel because he'd throw a fit and not talk to me for days). Then we had Fat Louis (pronounced loo-ee, not loo-is). That hamster was Arnold from Terminator on top, Jabba the Hut on the bottom... get this, the retard sat on his shelf and ran on the outside of his hamster wheel. But only with his front two paws. So he'd kick your butt unless he actually had to run somewhere. *eye roll here*


My first few rats weren't much better. Amalthea (my firsties) liked coffee.  I mean, loved coffee.  She would get some from Mom's mug at breakfast whenever she had the chance, it was hilarious.  "Oh, thank you grandmother, I just need a little bit to get going in the AM...  *lick lick lick lick*"  She was pretty much free-range rodent. And she came when we called her, like a dog. Oh yeah, and the first week we had her, she tried to steal my mom's KFC. *facepalm* The drumstick was bigger than she was, and she was all up in its Kool-Aid. Mom and I almost peed ourselves laughing, especially since she waited until our backs were turned to try stealing it, and once we noticed what she was doing she let go and hopped back a few steps as if to say, "What? I didn't do anything.... Oh, that chicken leg? Yeah, no, y'all's stupid. I didn't pull it off the plate, it was already there. You saw a rat pulling it off the plate, you say? A rat that looked just like me? Nah, wasn't me. I'm a good girl. Musta been my evil twin." Heehee, craziest rat ever.

Then we had Oreo and Snowball... those two weren't much better. Kinda dumb, so no free-range for them. But they had their quirks. Snowball loved corn, which was good because Oreo wouldn't touch the stuff in the food mix. Oreo loved the kibbles, Snowball hated them. Both of them would climb up on the little shelf in their cage, then roll off and splat on the floor of it for fun. RETARDS.  I loved 'em both to death, but still... falling off stuff for fun? How dumb can you be? I mean, really... stupidity not only knows no racial/gender/age bounds, it also apparently is multiple-species friendly.

Apparently I just have a knack for picking the weirdos in the group. Like I have a natural ability to see which animal is the biggest freak on the block, pick it up and take it home. I seem to do it an awful lot.  Oh well, at least they're all interesting!  And here are some better pictures, now that I have some daylight to snap shots in instead of my crappy, orange color-saturating lamplight.

Nibbles kibbles one by one

And flop

And nap