“Bianca,” I said to my rabbit, “I’m going on an emergency hay run. Why? Because I love you!”
She looked at me indifferently.
“If I die, take care of Michael.”
The rabbit regarded me through half-shut eyes. Right then, off I go.
My mom had just called to say the partners didn’t think I should come in today. If the weathermen are trustworthy, we’re about to get hit with several inches of ice. It’s raining and it’s freezing. But it wasn’t bad yet, and Bianca needed more hay.
“Bi-aaaaaaancaaaaa, I’m ho-ooooooome!” I called on my return.
She lay on the second floor of her cottage, legs hidden under her body, head tucked down like a roosting duck.
I sang to Bianca in the tune of “For the Longest Time” by Billy Joel:
“Ha-aa-aa-aaay, do you want some hay? Ha-aa-ay. Do you want some hay?”
She didn’t respond. Sometimes I think she doesn’t appreciate me all that much.
But she was on her feet when she heard the rustle of the bag. She lept out the cottage window and ran to my side. She may not appreciate my singing, but she does appreciate hay.
Why did I write this blog? I’m stuck inside, enjoying an ice day off work. What better way to spend it than to write about my rabbit.