I’m renaming this place the Funny Farm.
Life is always full of surprises and to hell with planning anything. I have a chore calender. At the beginning of the week I break everything up in to manageable task. Needless to say Tuesday’s chores are now dispersed throughout the rest of the week.
Yesterday after I finished up work I started folding the mountain of clothes that had been glaring at me all day. Half way through I decided to check the animals. I didn’t have to pick The Max up till for awhile due to some after school thing. So I thought I could get a few things done. Hahahaha……this is where a certain rabbit steps in with her monkey wrench.
Miss Hunny is not taking to motherhood as planned. She wants to be a mom, but really isn’t getting it. At lunch I had several babies out of the nest. Now I check on them and she has peed on them. What? I google and get a thousand different answers. So I do clean them up and gather as much dry fur i can to put the babies back in. This is when I discover about half the babies are not very big. Clearly not getting enough milk from mom. I call my friend she gives me some good advice. And I head to the Tractor Supply. They know me there. Sad
As I’m checking out the cashier, who I adore, sees the KMR (kitten meal replacement) and she awws at it. Then asks what I’m feeding. I tell her rabbits. She wants to know if they are inside or outside. I tell her outside, they are meat rabbits. She shakes her head and declares, “I should really learn to not ask.” I did comfort her and tell her that some will most likely become pets at this point. Little lies are ok if they make someone feel better, right?
I finally get home and feed the little ones the KMR. Those little buggers are squirmy. I get them settled back in the nest. At this point I had decided to keep them with mom and just supplement the ones not getting feed. They keep each other warm. The Girl and I make a trip out to our goat friend’s house to get some goat milk to help the babies. I tell The Girl that we are getting the colostrum and that’s better for the babies. Then I explain what it is. She says, “Colostrum. I thought it was just a fancy word for milk, but it’s not.” I don’t know why but that was hilarious to me. After getting lost we finally get the milk. I turned left, that was wrong and The Girl is still saying I told you so.
This morning I got up early to go feed the babies. Sadly the littlest did not make it and one of the fat ones some how got out and got too cold. We are down to 8 now. Momma is still pulling hair out for the baby. She’s really confused. I’m almost thinking they may have come just a little too early for her. I’m giving her another shot after these babies are dealt with. I managed to feed four of the babies and they were very happy for it. We will pray for the best.
I get all the other animals taking care of. Everyone in the yard is excited to see me. I make quick business of it due to the fact I’m running behind. I still have lunches to make and some form for The Max to fill out. Motherhood. I get in and I am covered in rabbit hair. All the inside furries are fascinated by this and begin sniffing me entirely. Fun! I finally manage to get to feeding the inside animals. I go to Miss Snuffles in the bathroom, she’s going outside today (Yay) and I darn near kill myself due to “something” wet in front of the door. I glance and there is Phat Cat watching. He has peed in front of the door. His way of telling Snuffles he’s the man. Snuffle shuffles out the door never even caring about Phat Cat and his declaration. I on the other hand take the mop to the floor and then to Phat Cat.
These animals may be the death of me, but I love it. Some days are hard, some days are sad, some days I get to snuggle sweet little babies, so I know this is what I’m suppose to be doing. Now to show that Phat Cat I’m the Woman. Happy Hump day everyone.