Thursday, May 31, 2007

I knew I was special


The day I got my first e-mail from Las Vegas I knew I was special. It read, Dear Harvey, would you like to explore a career as a Forensic Expert or Law Enforcement Officer? The second temptingly offered a "momentum slim down" ... I could lose 6lbs in two days and a third promised help to buy property in the tropical paradise of Costa Rica.


My family blocked my incoming mail after that. Not because they doubted my capabilities, it was just that I am a five year old, black, dwarf lop-eared house rabbit and nobody wanted me to emigrate to take up a position so far from home. My vet did offer to check out the Costa Rica paradise for me, which was kind but they all wondered how someone had managed to break into our system and mistake me for a human in spite of Firewall and other such protection. The second indication of my importance is an excellent photograph of me, back view only, on my friend Celia Haddon's website. If you click on "Can my rabbit use a cat flap?", there I am, watching TV from my favourite viewing place. Finally, Celia's book, "One Hundred Ways to a Happy Bunny" has been dedicated to, guess who? Yep. Me!


I must have been born with a silver spoon in my mouth because I was found in a pet shop by Joanne. She took me with her and gave me a lovely home. It had two floors with a ramp to reach the first where there was a cosy bedroom and a sitting room. My food and water were here and my large litter tray was downstairs with plenty of hay and straw. As soon as Joanne came home from work I was allowed to play in the garden with Willow, the dog. In cold weather we both spent more time indoors until bed. Summer, a blue cat, was too snooty to play with us but life was good. Changes began two years ago but I will tell you more about that another day.


There was a fourth e-mail which we kept from Harve. It was addressed this time to the 'Rabbitt Family'! He was getting a bit too big for his boots as you can tell so allowing him to think he was head of the clan would have made him impossible to live with.

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