As I have written previously, I have a rabbit. But he’s not just a rabbit. He’s a Radomoncat, combination rabbit-dog-monkey-cat. Yeah. Well, this weekend, Bandit has proven himself to be more dog than anything.
See, I was procrastinating on cleaning/rearranging my office (do YOU see why? I do!), so I decided to paint the last remaining room that I wanted painted, the bathroom.
TANGENT: Here is a pic of it before and yeahhh… it was bland. The white walls just kinda wash into the off white countertop and it’s just a beige blend of BLEAH every morning. NOW I have a better bathroom, albeit without any artwork yet, but still. Perdy.
So. Let me back up a bit to the beginning of the weekend.
I have a balcony, and since it’s STILL apparently kinda sorta WINTER in Chicago, I haven’t put out any plants. Also, there’s still some left over vines and such from last year that I’ve got to remove OH WAIT. I have a Radomoncatus Chewitallupis. Let me show you how. Here’s where I found him Saturday night and here’s what he kept doing… On top of that, if I leave the balcony door open (when it’s warmer, in like, JULY), before he comes out to the balcony, he’ll sniff around the door frame to see if there’s any extra rubber sealing for him to eat. Yes, every time.
Back to Sunday.
So I’m painting the bathroom and I was also adding a border to the murderous room aka The Bloody Bedroom to continue onwards in my quest for an Asian bedroom. I have to mention this because I had taped in the bathroom, and I had begun to tape in the bedroom, along the “floorboard”. [BEGIN RANT] First of all, if you EVER decide to paint a room red, make it a dark red and then secondly, if you’re painting in an apartment building that uses completely DIFFERENT paint finishes on two walls of the same room, always always ALWAYS use a base. Preferably one as sticky as super glue. Third, do NOT compulsive buy a paint gun unless you like pissing off the neighbors with the sound of a tiny jackhammer at 10pm and you know to double check to see that the paint bottom is screwed on properly before use. But above all, remember the first two. [END RANT]
So anyway.
All that to say, I had tape in the bathroom, and I had tape, WRR (within rabbit reach) in the bedroom. …. So I’m painting, and I hear a NEW chew sound. It’s not cardboard, it’s not one of my record album covers, it’s not wood. Nope, not plastic, not an electrical cord. New. So I get down from el painting perch and investigate and whaddayaknow, Bandit’s eating the blue painter’s tape from the baseboard that I had put in place!
I scold him, he runs off, I go back to paint.
I had already finished a couple key spots in the bathroom, so I’d taking down some of the tape and ballin’ it up, throwing it on the ground. He sees me, still up on the counter, out of reach of HIM, grabs a ball of tape and runs away, squirreling under one of the desks of the office. Now THAT has got to stop. So I fetch him and retrieve part of the tape ball, and start to keep ALL tape products out of reach. I swear, it was like keeping track of a 3 yr old.
But wait, there’s more!
Since he learned that all tape was out of reach, and he would be searched down if he had some, he then began working on the paint can labels. Arrrrgggghhhh! And last, but not least, and this is when I realized that I don’t have a Rabbit, or even a Radomoncatus Chewitallupis, but I have a methhead in a rabbit suit. I had moved to the bedroom, and since I all I was adding yesterday was a gold border to the top, I was using the tiny roller, and had taken the paint roll off the big roller, and set it down near the front door. I happen to look over and there was Bandit, happily going to town…..
And YES, obviously I took it away from him, it took me less than 15 secs to take a pic but DAMN.
It’s not like I don’t feed him, everyday, twice a day with fresh greens and not like he doesn’t have an endless supply of hay 24/7!! It’s not like I don’t give him treats. It’s not like I don’t LIKE the little furball, it’s just… damn! I have a dog for a rabbit. Or a rabbit for a dog. I’m not sure which yet.
But at least he and I have something in common. A little white furry ass.
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA
Happy Monday.
For the life of me, I can’t find the site that is JUST pics of people’s refrigerator contents, but I have seen blog postings of this and it can be intriguing to see what people have in their possession for eats. Also, I kinda worked on a project last year for which I stared at all KINDS of refrigerators for like, six weeks. I swear, I really had a hard time touching my fridge for awhile. I hated it.
