I was just reminded again why Newt will not be getting his very own bunny rabbit.
He’s been doing very well. Like so many other parents of liver shunt cats, we marvel each day that he is enjoying his normal, happy life. And while he might think his life would be happier with a pet rabbit, the answer is a definite “no!”
You see, I’ve been engaging in a bit of self-care, and relaxing in the fresh air with my antique spinning wheel. Have been enjoying the reasonable temperatures by sitting out in the yard with The Dog and the spinning wheel, enjoying my first attempt at spinning angora rabbit fiber. Oh, my goodness. It’s soft, it’s squishy, it’s fun to spin! (And seeing how angora rabbits must be either plucked or clipped as a routine part of their grooming, it is guilt-free fiber, in my mind. Am doing that bunny a FAVOR, right?)
Have completed one bobbin, and am debating about spinning a second bobbin to ply with the first, or ply with a contrasting cotton thread. Am not a huge fan of brown, and the white is softer anyway.
But seeing how I have almost an equal amount remaining, perhaps I should ply it on itself, to make it doubly squishalicious?
Newt, on the other hand, seems to think angora is simply delicious. He is THRILLED with the angora. Or, at least he was – until I yanked his head, neck and upper body out
of the little bag, and ripped the fur out of his tightly clenched teeth, with
him all wall-eyed, growling and doing his “Little Lion, Mighty Hunter” schtick.
Guess this proves we definitely won’t be getting him his own bunny!
