The No-ster Has Got Some Work To Do!

If you didn't catch it, The No-ster is my "pet name" for Noah. So are Babybunz and Jerk. (Sookie= Sookieboo OR Sookster, Charlotte= Charcharbaby OR Charlotte the Harlot, Sookie+Charlotte= The Goober Girls). Oh! I almost forgot. Noah's full name is Noah Jacques. It makes sense.

Anyway, we here at 2 Cats 1 Bun are eagerly awaiting Easter Sunday!! Not that lent is very easy. I originally attempted to cut back on my time spent on an addicting virtual world. It makes me such a dork just to play it... and then I'm not even cool there! So I'm like, Queen Uber-Dork. 

Charlotte is preparing in her own little harlot way. We're working on not whining and not being so self-centered.

Sookie has apparently given up sleeping in practical places as well as any physical exertion. I suppose she just wants to be your Easter Basket... Wooo

But it is Noah Jacques who bears the heaviest burden. We here at 2 cats 1 bun have our very own EASTER BUNNY!! The No-ster has stepped up and is currently in training. We have faith that he can hide millions of eggs around the US and be back by dinner. Or really just two plushie eggs in my room.. whatever.

So I got Noah and one of our lovely Eggs to meet, and I'd say it went along swimmingly! 

Getting acquainted...

Serious bonding time

Practicing hiding. I think.

Behind The Scenes

During the holidays, quite a few families feel the need to send out a card saying "Merry Christmas from the Xxxxxs!" with a very lovely photograph of the family, or the children.  I hate these.  What am I going to do with your Christmas card/portrait?  Frame it?  Hang it on the fridge?  Neither, because if I have your family on my fridge and somebody asks "Oh! Are they your cousins?" I'll have to say "No, I barely know them actually..." which makes me look weird.

I want to see all the photographs that didn't make the cut.  The one where mommy is yelling at someone, baby's screaming, sister blinks and looks high... But nobody ever shares those.

Well, I have decided to take a family portrait of all of us here at 2 Cats 1 Bun.  Not for a Christmas card (although... maybe a Christmas letter to get back at those annoying second cousins who put their unborn child's ultrasound on a letter. "In October, Noah reached sexual maturity and hopped in circles around my feet while grunting like a pig!").  Our portrait will be used in the new blog design!! Woo!

In the meantime- here are some out-takes!

I Wish I Could Capture It

Sometimes I get really frustrated and angry.  Taking a semester off is a lot harder than I expected.  And that's when I pick up my Noah.  He likes when I put my head on his and scratch his back.  Or stroke between his eyes.  He chatters his little teeth, which is the equivalent to a cat purring, and when I'm especially upset he licks me.  It's so hard to get a picture of his little tongue, but I'll try!

In the meantime, here we are snuggling!

Oh we're just too much!

OH WAIT!

I do have something cute with Noah! I made a video a little bit ago..

Basically, Noah and I are tight.  A normal bunny would think that, like, I was a predator and try to get away.  Not Noah.  He knows I kid when I threaten to eat him.

Noah the Pig

Noah is secretly a pig.  With red eyes.

He wants to eat his whole bag of yogurt treats at once.

Then he, like the pig he is, gets inside the bag and plucks out treats one by one.  Notice his greedy open mouth.

Someday all that junk food eating will catch up to him.. someday.

The Story of Noah

Noah is the name of my bunny.  Technically, he's a rex rabbit.  I was lonely in college and I decided a bunny was the perfect solution.  Although I did look for an adoption agency to find a companion, there was nothing out in Lancaster.  So I went to the only pet store around that sold bunnies.  Lo and behold, there he was- all tiny and velvety.  There were four, but I felt an instant connection to him.  He's basically a rescue since the store forgot to charge me for him.  He was free.

Here we are on our first day together:

I loved to give him kisses:

And he liked to snuggle me back:

Over time we bonded and he grew:

And grew:

He has mastered the art of annoying me:

But I continue to adore him.  We really do get along swimmingly.  His face is priceless when I catch him being bad.  I just wish his urine didn't smell like ammonia.