|checking out her brand new condo|
But she does make a variety of noises, like the soft content grind from her back teeth touching gently (this is called the "bunny's purr") when I get down to her level to bump noses and rub her chins. Or the louder, excited quick breath that sounds a bit more like a cat purring when she is picked up but draws to a soft long sigh when she is petted to a trance. She makes a low grunt noise at the back of her throat when we attempt to clean her condo while she is there eating or using the facilities though often both, an attack warning as a quick pounce is sure to follow. She whimpers while struggling, so quietly you would miss it if there were any other sound nearby, when she had to suffer through the indignities of getting her nails clipped, leaving my lap covered in dustings of her white hair.
We got her when her previous owner moved overseas. I had been on the lookout for a bun, having gotten a beautifully drawn up picture and a poem requesting one as a Christmas gift last year, when I saw the posting at the pet store. Her picture on the posting looked fake, in a porcelain like pose she was pristine white with blue eyes. But unlike the velveteen rabbit whose back legs were sewn up, she hop hop hopped happily whenever I let her out of her cage. On the third day of her arrival, she hopped onto the couch next to me and run up my out stretched arm, leaving a trail of scented pellets behind her. I was later informed that this meant she had "adopted" me as her friend.
|Naboon chewing up my homework|
When Tim's friends Kimog and Kinam visited from Korea, we had a lavish breakfast every morning, and Nips was caught several times leaping on the dinning table stealing pancakes, waffles, toasts covered with chocolate hazelnut spread (Nutella) and apples, much to our horror and collected gasps. Thus came her Korean name: "Naboon Toky". She was Naboon quite often when my tired friend left her computer chord plugged in at night where she could reached the wire, hanging low like a stray root in the path of her "burrow". She worked hard on clearing out this nasty "root" until it gave her a strange buzz, no doubt, and my friend had to duck tape the whole thing all over came morning.
When fresh vegetables began cooking in the kitchen almost daily during those months, she was "Naboon" less often. Being a vegetable junkie, she'd dash to her litter box and sit like a perfect charm school student at the first smell of vegetables or even the sound of the refrigerator crisp drawer opening, or even (eventually) one of us stepping into the kitchen.
Though she hardly lounges on the couch, she visits it every morning on her "patrol" of the house. Whenever one of the boys had carelessly left a toy, a book, or a project laying on it, she would pick it up and toss or push it off until the sofa is once again pristine. If I had left a blanket unfolded, she'd push her front paws up and down and back and forth on it, as if attempting to remove any crease, smoothing and flatten it til perfection. This scene cracked up me and the friends who were watching when we first saw it, but caused a flashback of one of my mother's visits later on.