Gypsy lay in the grass, eyes closed in ecstatic trance,
while I brushed her thick, wavy fur.
Four strokes and the brush was full.
Each time I emptied the brush, another ball of red-gold fur joined the
collection on the lawn. When I was done,
it looked like she was surrounded by miniature guinea pigs. I wadded all the furballs together into one,
and it was the size and dimensions of our dearly departed guinea
pig!
I went indoors and “the boys” (our rabbits) were having a rolling scuffle
throughout the house. Fur flew through
the air behind them – white, then orange, then white again. Mostly they cuddle
and hop everywhere together, but periodically Sandy tests to see if he can take
over now as King. Evidently today is not the day he takes over.
After banishing Sandy
to his rec room retreat, and Ziggy back to his bedroom kingdom, I went on a
fur-gathering mission. The handful of
multicolor rabbit fur wadded down to about the size of a mouse. I could easily
become a mad scientist, and fashion new animals from the fur of my old ones! A
mouse made of rabbit fur, a guinea pig made of dog fur. Maybe they’d sell on
e-bay. Anyone want to make an offer? . :- )
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