Boop reads a folk tale

[Boop, reading in bunny voice] "Now, my dears,’ said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, ‘you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor."


"Now run along, and don’t get into mischief. I am going out." [Boop turns page]

Thanks, Miranda G. 😉


We Are Your Couchmasters


Well met and well come to the court of Blue Couch, capital and seat of power for all of Living Room.  The protocols are as they have always been, fair pilgrim:  There will be no sipping of precarious liquids.  There will be no hogging of blankets.  There will be no licking of hineys.  And above all, this court will brook no blasphemy.  We need hardly mention that transgressions will be swiftly dealt with.  We’ve got eyebeams and by golly we’ll use them if we have to.

Offerings of the chewy fish and crunchy peanut variety will, of course, be graciously accepted.

You may now rise.

(NOTE — that’s Willow "the Pillow" Wabbit and Aslan P. Lion, aka "Mr. Bounce" up there.  We wuvs dem.)

Narcaleptic Bunnage

Baby bun: [drowsily] "Kronche. Snorg. Kronche-kronche. Honk-shuuu"

<2 minutes later>

"Kronche, kronche. Kronche-monche. Kronche-shu."

<5 minutes later>



Hoppy Easterrr!

Hey Peeps! Happy Easter! and if you don’t mind, I’m gonna eat one of these—you have plendy to spare.


Thank you, Bucky bun bun and Mvo_168 at Flickr-roonie-poonie

Tiny grass snorgle

Tanja Askani captures the perfect moment…. AGAIN


Tiny snorgles to Ellen C.

Prepping, prepping, always prepping

Yes, they all look good to go, Natalie E…



Although, with a little bun like this, it’s more like: "buh—I—uh..bah..woo?" ’cause he’s all small and timid and stuff.


🙂 to Dave L.

We’re getting our asses handed to us by the Japanese again

We must face the simple fact that the Japanese know cute better than anyone else. "Heaven@Air" posted these photos of "fukusuke-pon" bunny enjoying a day out at Osaka Castle Park. He’s wearing a lovely sleeveless, turtleneck sweater, made from winter socks to keep flu bugs away.



Head bows to Yasuko ^—^ and Gordon B.

Have you sent out your Easter or Passover wishes yet?

There’s only a few days left to buy your baby cousin that monogrammed Pottery Barn Kids gingham basket, People! Step on it!!!!


And don’t think I didn’t notice your teeny prosh tail, Mister.

Splendor in the grass

Leviathor was cutting the grass when he saw a teeny bun dart under the mower deck! Aeii!


Thankfully, the little guy escaped unharmed. With this teeny little tail intact. 😉