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Fact: California is an awesome rabbit of doom.

Fact: California loves cilantro more than her own mother.

Fact: Grey-nosed bunnies make cilantro look sexy.

California was rescued by a woman from her neighbor's backyard. They were letting the rabbit run loose. She ended up having babies. The rescuer, a veterinarian, was kind enough to wait for the babies to wean, then adopt them out. California was super shy, not a good house bunny, so she came to the sanctuary. Sometimes she's friendly. Mainly if you have food. :)

Okay, the dogs always get tortured dressed up for Halloween, because that is how I roll.

Awhile ago, I posted about a pit bull protecting their owner from a samurai-wielding boyfriend...I of course instantly thought Halloween could be the Clash of the Ninja Clans - Pit Bull v. Muttskie, Shadow Wars '08....or something like that.

However, the only ninja costume I could find was this and no dog of mine is going to be caught ghouling around in that. Seriously.

Thoughts on how I could implement Clash of the Ninja Clans - Shadow Wars '08? I was thinking I could get some skintight (sexy!) black doggie tees for the dogs, then outfit them with some sort of doggie ninja clan bandana...oh yeah, I'd have to get some nerf swords so they could battle it out. PetEdge has a cute camo tee that could work - I mean, do ninjas even wear camo? Probably not. 

Help!

(Mina says you should not ever in a million years help, and if you do, you will be eaten. Not by her, mind you, but something more evil - like the giant dust bunny under your bed. Celeste has an in with them.)

Okay, if one of my upstair neighbors is doing what I think they're doing (and so far, my theory has not failed), then they are abandoning ship. This will leave me with the sometimes jobless alcoholic upstairs and the flower loving hermit downstairs. I practically live in this big ol victorian house all by my lonesome. 

The house has never been so....quiet and empty before. It's nice, actually. It puts a damper on my whole "Acquire lots of crazy Halfway House stories to tell your grandchildren" plan. That's what I call this place - the Halfway House. So named b/c most of its residents have either just started NA or just gotten out of prison. At least two are now back in prison (never trust a friend who says "Oh, the license plates? They're missing. You'll be fine. Pay me cash. Title? Huh? Alright kids, have fun now.") I even have stories about people who don't live here but really want to - like the guy (or girl, it's dark and I can't tell) who keeps rifling through our garbage bins on a quest for bottles and cans.

In other news, Celeste fell off the bed last night. I mean she just slid right off. And stayed partially asleep. I turned on the light, looked over, and she glanced up at me from the floor, curled up in a ball, all sleepy-eyed. Then she figured out I was up, she was down, and wa-huh? how'd that happen? This is the second time she's fallen off furniture without a backward glance. The other time was a sofa chair - she was leaning back for a stomach rub and just fell right off. The fact she is unfazed by it all makes it all the more amusing. Except for Mina, who thinks Celeste is a freakazoid and dork.

Also, no one commented on THIS VERY IMPORTANT ENTRY. I'm sure it was a mere oversight and will be corrected post-haste. Celeste may think no one loves her as much as they love Mina. (Fact: It's true. Keep it a secret, people.)