Fly-By

Just a quick fly-by today--lots to accomplish, and always, not nearly enough hours. Nothing interesting, though--mostly just household chores and errands. (Remind me, should I ever strike it rich, to hire someone to cook and shop. I really hate going to the grocery store. I'd love to live someplace that has great grocery delivery. I was reading about the new services being offered by some of the apartment buildings in NYC: a cold storage room for storing the groceries that a delivery service drops off.) Anyway, here's a little stitching I accomplished this week on Lemon Tree Sampler. I'm hard at work on another couple of projects also, but there's not enough to see yet.

And here are the boys. Elvis dropped one of his chew sticks out of the cage, either accidentally or deliberately, we can't tell, and Pink is munching on it. Both of these guys were in need of adoption, so we took each in without trying to see if they liked each other first. While I wouldn't change either adoption, it would be nice if they liked each other better and could occupy the same enclosure. Since the Great Flood of '08 though, since they're now in separate enclosures in the same room, they see (and smell) each other all the time, and things may be improving. They take turns for supervised out-of-the-cage time, but they seem irresistably drawn to each other. They used to pee in each other's faces, and then pull each other's hair hard. Now there's no peeing, and they are pulling gently on each other's faces, and the pull-ee seems to welcome it. A thaw?

Have a good week, all: may your enemies become friends and pull gently at your hair and not pee in your face at all.
Edited to add: it's relatively common for male bunnies to spray, even after they've been neutered. It's territorial and yes, it's related to testosterone. Compared to cat pee, bunny pee is a walk in the park; it doesn't have a lingering stench--it pretty much fades. Elvis is the more aggressive and the bigger sprayer; poor Pink used to get a faceload fairly regularly. Each evening I take a warm wet washcloth and wipe Pink's face, which he seems to enjoy. And I'll also note that in my native Massachusetts, we might refer to them as "wicked pissahs."