I wrote a draft of a poem for Oakley and since everyone on here loves her dumbass I will share it with you even though it will probably be changed or added to since I’m writing it for a post Valentine’s Day open mic and ofc I love my stupid bun more than anything
(Picture of idiot at the end)
An Ode to Oakley
Your warm tongue
Drags across my hand
Gracing my digits with your warmth
Your way of showing affection
Not wet like an eagerly devoted dog
I had to earn your trust
Or rough like a loving cats
Your purrs are so much different
Yet I love you all the same
Do you know how worried I was
When we went back home for the first time
And you refused to poop
How I spent two hours driving around
Going from store to store
Looking for digestive supports for you
Only to come home with them and see some pellets in your litter box
I had never been so happy to see shit in my life
Do you remember when I first brought you home?
You hid inside an empty cardboard monster box
It was fitting
My new fixation inside my old one
You were so scared
This was all new to you
I sat with you in your pen with barely contained excitement
I already loved you
But I had to show you patience
Because you did not love me yet
How could you when I had taken you from your first safe person
But he had to give you up even though he loved you
He wouldn’t be able to take care of you
But I could and I did
So I sat with you and I waited
I diligently tended to your needs even if I made a few mistakes at first
And slowly you got used to me
No longer needing the box between us even while you still kept your space
I tried my best to respect your boundaries
To accept when you hopped away from me
When all I wanted was to smother you in my love
To pet your soft fur and coo that it was okay
To assure you I would never hurt you
That I am big and clumsy
But no threat
And now you playfully charge at me
You beg me not to go to class
With your stupidly cute face
You run around my legs when I get back
You used to sleep by my head when I would let you
Until you kept pooping on my bed
Claiming it as yours
I can’t stand a dirty sleeping place
So you lost that privilege
And yet I nap on the floor
So we can still be close
Oh how many treats have I gotten you
That you do not eat?
And yet I get more
Hoping to find something to appease you
You are my rat
My rodent
My stinky
My dog
My beast
My Oakley sploakley
My bunny
Do you know how much I love you?
Okay I added multiple pictures sue me, I am playfully mean to him but I really do love them more than anything
So, we just had tp go to the emergency vet with Yuki… €142 lighter… Fuck.
We saw she had a head tilt and that alarmed us, so we went to the emergency vet and turns out she has an ear infection and one of her ears has an inflammation… :c
Sorry to ask again, I hate this… But if you can spare a dollar, that would be really, really appreciated!
Chance, the bun I’m babysitting, is shedding and needs to be brushed. Transcription: Me, holding a cat flea comb out to Chance the rabbit, I ask in a hopeful manner: “Chance, do you want to brush yourself” Chance the bun: *grabs the comb and hops over his digging box only to drop the comb on the floor* Me, as Chance is dropping his comb, I say quickly and in a dissapointed way: “That’s not brushing yourself."
