Towards the end of this afternoon I had a phone call from Emma with a request to bring one of the other cat baskets into work at 6.30. I asked why and she told me not to worry, that it wasn’t for anything feline or canine in nature. I guessed that it was of the leporidae family. I should really say she, for she is a bunny who has been on death row. Not you understand because there is anything wrong with her, but because she’s a stray and unwanted. The message was today that if she wasn’t out the vets by tonight she would be put to sleep. So we have a bunny rabbit in the rabbit hutch again! 🙂
Biscuit is very cute with lopsided, flopsy-daisy ears and has currently taken up residence in our downstairs toilet (well it’s too cold at the moment to put her outdoors!)
But what of Herman, I hear you ask? Herman is a cake, a living, monster cake. I was first offered a phial of Herman’s great-grandfather last year, but the timing came just as our kitchen was going to be ripped out, but now I can give him a proper home I have a quarter of his father.
Em was a bit bemused when she asked what the hell I was doing in the kitchen, and almost-certainly, only slightly more the wiser once I’d told her. For the next 10 days, Herman will be living with us, in a bowl covered with a tea towel, and in a place that’s not too hot and not too cold. I shall stir him every day, and from time to time, feed him, and then on the tenth day I shall divide him into four and make a cake with a quarter of him. The remaining three quarters will be handed out to three friends who will nurture the sons of Herman and so the monster will live forever…
