So is everyone a spinner except for me? There's been spinning goodness popping all over the web lately, and I've especially been drooling over this and this and this and this. Beautiful stuff. If someone would teach me how to spin, I could supply my own fleece.

My own little angora factory. It never runs out.

This is cute little Bunny Bunniton's ugly side. He sheds easily, he sheds enormously and he sheds daily. Year-round, non-stop, even in winter but oh so much worse in summer.

Owning such a loose-follicled Bunny such as this one is not for the faint of nose. Unfortunately he doesn't understand this and absolutely hates it when you sneeze. If he's nearby and you're feeling even the slightest tickle coming on, he will know and he will hop hop hop fast away and out of sight before your first achoo, and not before shooting you the most LOATHSOME of glares. One of these days I'll have to get that look of his on camera. I have never seen such pure, human hatred out of any pair of eyes than his.

Sometimes though I will use that to my advantage. When he is insistent on sitting in my lap, and I am insistent on him not, I'll just feign a sneeze coming on, and watch him run off faster than a cheetah on wheels.

Poor Bunny. I should not be so mean. Luckily I am not allergic to him, and even if I were, I'd do everything it takes not to be. Like Duck has. Now with enough over-the-counter medication and mandatory exposure, his eyes swell only half-way shut, his nose clogs in only the left nostril and he hardly turns to me anymore to say, "Let me die."

His previous owners must not have had such fortitude. They must have sneezed violently all the time, they must have laughed cruelly at his unusual tail, and in the end what could you do with such a defective cat but to send him away? When he shoots me that dirty look and runs off like that, I try not to take it personally. He's just afraid he might be going back to the animal shelter.

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