The Christmas Miracle, and my new man
Fiance and I made it round Tesco, including the toilet brush section, without arguing with each other or being rammed by any trollies. And he let me buy the £7.99 toilet brush, instead of the 48p Tesco Value one.
But before we went to Tesco last night, I fell in love.
He's black, with beautiful big brown eyes, and he's very laid back. He also has big feet and floppy ears... I was in the pet shop buying cat food and a Christmas present for the cats - Fiance was late meeting me so, very unwisely, I was then left to wander around the pet shop myself, where I was chatted up by a rabbit.
I had already bought the stuff I went in for and Fiance was still on his way, so I was standing watching the guinea pigs and rabbits in their run. This little black rabbit with the floppy ears was running around the cage, munching on hay and jumping on the other rabbits, but every so often he would stand up on his hind legs and peer at me, twitching his little nose. He did this about four or five times, and by the fifth I had fallen in love with him. He then fell asleep on his back with his legs in the air. It was at this point that I decided he would fit right in in my house, and that I was taking him home.
Unfortunately, Fiance turned up just as I was about to ask the assistant to box Peter up (yes I'd already named him), and put his foot down. So poor little Peter is still in the pet shop, where he will stay, over Christmas, unless I can persuade Fiance to let me have him.
I'm not holding out much hope; my Fiance has a Heart Of Stone when it comes to my rash impulses. This isn't always a bad thing as I do tend to get ideas in my head (especially when it comes to fluffy animals) but still, I hope he reads this and feels terribly guilty.
Poor little Peter.
But before we went to Tesco last night, I fell in love.
He's black, with beautiful big brown eyes, and he's very laid back. He also has big feet and floppy ears... I was in the pet shop buying cat food and a Christmas present for the cats - Fiance was late meeting me so, very unwisely, I was then left to wander around the pet shop myself, where I was chatted up by a rabbit.
I had already bought the stuff I went in for and Fiance was still on his way, so I was standing watching the guinea pigs and rabbits in their run. This little black rabbit with the floppy ears was running around the cage, munching on hay and jumping on the other rabbits, but every so often he would stand up on his hind legs and peer at me, twitching his little nose. He did this about four or five times, and by the fifth I had fallen in love with him. He then fell asleep on his back with his legs in the air. It was at this point that I decided he would fit right in in my house, and that I was taking him home.
Unfortunately, Fiance turned up just as I was about to ask the assistant to box Peter up (yes I'd already named him), and put his foot down. So poor little Peter is still in the pet shop, where he will stay, over Christmas, unless I can persuade Fiance to let me have him.
I'm not holding out much hope; my Fiance has a Heart Of Stone when it comes to my rash impulses. This isn't always a bad thing as I do tend to get ideas in my head (especially when it comes to fluffy animals) but still, I hope he reads this and feels terribly guilty.
Poor little Peter.
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If it's the Corstorphine Tesco and Pets At Home (we were there on Sunday) then there are two rats, three hamsters and a rabbit - a peachy/grey one - which I wasn't allowed to rescue, either. Between us we should arrage a late-night adoption raid!
I am also nutty over animals and regularly do battle with Mark over the fact that I am not allowed any more cats (other than Digby and Anouska).
Mark's flat had a rabbit at university and it was great - although it did have a habit of chewing through phone wires (less of an issues in the noughties than the nineties I would imagine).
Have a great Christmas and I hope you get Peter in your stocking...
xxx
Sarah - totally! 11pm suit you?! I'll be the one with the torch and balaclava. It was the Corstorphine one, and I saw the peachy coloured rabbit too... I'd take them all home if hubby would allow it!
Elisabeth - I hope I do too! It's never gonna happen though... I had to use all my negotiation skills/feminine wiles to get Coco and Roo!
I had bunnies when I was a kid, they make great pets. But beware. My first, the beautiful Mischief, was killed by a big black cat as she played in the garden! (And we lived in the suburbs of Aberdeen, not the jungle...)
Send fiance over to read about Hugh (http://www.schnozzfest.com/blog/?cat=3) and you might be able to change his mind about poor, sweet Peter.
Cat - sadly I don't think it's something I'm ever going to have worry about! Poor old Mischief though...
Audrey - I had a look at schnozzfest and it's fab! Thanks for visiting!
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