All I can say is: If the shit fits...
Okay, I should clarify. I don't mean my life is shit. Not at all. I love my life. I've got a great hubby...great boys...a great living space...great friends...we're all healthy, etc, etc.
No, my life is far from shit.
I'm saying that shit. IS. my. life.
There's a difference.
It all started 5-1/2 years ago when I had my first child -- Actually, NO! It was 14 years before that when I got my first kitten. Yes, that's when shit took a regular and very prominent role in my life.
So 14 years of cat shit...followed by 5-1/2 years of kid shit (including one shit withholder)...and now what just might be the shittiest shit of them all...
I've written before about Big T's Kindergarten class bunny, Milo, who we came to stay with us a couple of times. Well, as we were on the verge of getting a pet for the boys...and since Milo is so great - used to being handled, doesn't bite, litter-box trained, cute...I thought he would be a really good starter pet for the boys, meaning we aren't quite ready for a dog.
And did I mention he's LITTER-BOX TRAINED!!
So I put it out there that if Milo ever needed a new home we'd take him in a heartbeat.
Turns out he did need a new forever home as his owner is just graduating from university and will be moving away.
So Milo (aka, Mr. Poopy Pants) is with us full-time now.
Don't get me wrong, I love him. He really is so cute...a great pet.
But there's a lot of shit! He does mostly go in his litter box, but he also drops 'lil bombs practically everywhere he goes. I knew bunnies had frequent bowel movements (there, I didn't say shit that time), but this 'lil dude is a shitting machine! I've scooped his litter box 3 times already today and probably picked up 50 poops besides. It's like he doesn't even know it's happening! He certainly doesn't care.
I think I read that when bunnies are at a new place, they mark their territory by dropping bombs, and I hope this is the case. Because when we had him this past Christmas I remember marvelling about how great it was that I only had to pick up the odd pellet.
I've also read that when you acquire a pet for 'lil kids, make sure it's a pet that the parent wants because basically the parent (aka me) will be doing all of the work (aka picking up the shit). But despite it all, I'm happy he's here.
I do take full responsibility for this all though. Guess my boys being completely potty-trained, the withholding issue finally ending and not having anyone else's shit to deal with except my own, somehow on a subconscious level, life didn't feel right; I had to go and get a rabbit.
So there you have it...
Me 'n shit....together again.
Enjoy this short clip of my 'lil shit playing soccer:
|Hubby made this wicked two-level condo out|
of an old dresser we weren't using.