Assignment 4

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Dear furry friends,

Life Among Giants means confusing costumes.

As I mentioned in my last post, humans celebrate everything. And today they are celebrating the dead…by dressing up in costumes. If I were to dress up I’d go as a hurricane, because hurricanes scare the furballs out of me. Yesterday (Hurricane Sandy’s reign of terror) was a literal nightmare in my life. And isn’t that what Halloween is supposed to be about? Fear?

Anyway, Jils went as the least scary thing that ever existed – a bunny. And she didn’t even look anything remotely like me. Continue reading

Assignment 2

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Dear furry friends,

Life among giants mean loud noises. All the time.

The worse thing (besides finding my own poop in my hay) is being woken up by a hairdryer.

Today I woke up to the roar of Jils drying her hair. It was 7 o’clock in the morning. I spilled my water bottle yesterday and I had no problem letting my fur air dry. I don’t understand why she needs to do that 😦 She not only gets more precious sleepy time, but also save me many hairdryer induced nightmares (today I was being chased by a lawnmower driven by Rabbit from the Winnie the Pooh cartoons I love). To us small animals, even the slightest noises sound like horrible cacophonies of whining demons. But you have remember that to humans, this constant ratchet is second nature to them. Continue reading