Archive for January 2011
My dear granny passed away this morning. I feel so sad for myself and my family, especially my granddad. But happy for her. I know she is in paradise now and not suffering anymore. She will live on in our memories. Such a special lady. I’m so glad that I was named after her. Bye, Granny, till we meet again, on that beautiful shore… I’ll miss you so much.
I wasn’t actually going to post anything more about the rabbit. I thought the story had been more or less told.
I’m actually worried that people are starting to think I’m making this sh*t up
But I’m not.
The past week has been uneventful. The rabbit does come past our front door every evening to get to our car, which is where it sleeps most nights, we’re starting to realise.
We know when its going past our door, because Teddy starts doing his super-bark and prancing around on his hind-legs like a kangaroo. The dogs are powerless to do anything, as we have a security gate on the front doorway, and the most Teddy can hope to do is to stick his head through the bars…
This is the view I have from inside, when the rabbit is lolloping past…
This pretty much sums up the week. The dogs start barking, I go and have a look, the rabbit is there etc.
Last night, I wanted to go and get some stuff from Spar before they closed at 8:30.
I’m a bit night blind, so I bribed Michael to drive me there.
We forgot to check for the rabbit.
We drove the 3 minute trip to Spar. I got out, while Michael stayed in the car. We parked under a streetlight so that M could do a rabbit check while I shopped, lest it had come with and got left at Spar, in the dark.
I finished up and got back to the car. Rummaged in the shopping bag for our ice-creams (it was inhumanely hot and humid last night!) and handed Michael his one. I asked if he’d seen the rabbit and he answered that he hadn’t. He’d bumped on the flap under the car and there was nothing.
So we started off home, chomping our ice-creams. We’d gone a little down the side-road we take to get home, and had accelerated to about 30/ 40 km/p, when there was bump and a thump, like we’d driven over something.
There was silence for a moment, and then Michael said, “It’s the rabbit. He jumped out of the car!”
He put the hazards on, stopped the car and we got out. (Luckily the road in question is a very quiet one, with only the occasional car coming by.
And sure enough, there sat the rabbit, licking its paw.
We spent the next twenty minutes or so trying to catch it. Luckily, the road is well lit and the rabbit had chosen to jump/ fall out from under the car right by a streetlamp. Otherwise, we would never have seen the black rabbit on the black road.
The rabbit was smart enough not to run into any of the gardens, where there were probably dogs. He was only running away half-heartedly. I think he wanted us to catch him, but not enough to make it too easy for us, lol.
Michael even backed up the car some so that the rabbit could get back on his perch and we could go home.
It got under the car at one point, but refused to get into its hidey-hole. It had probably not enjoyed its most recent experience involving the car!
For how long Michael and I would have jogged up and down the road after the rabbit, I have no idea, but luckily fate stepped in and another couple stopped next to us in their car to enquire if we were all right. When they realised what the situation was, they got out and helped us catch Lucky Bunny. With four people, we had him caught in no time.
We said goodbye and thank you very much to our new friends and drove home.
The owners of the rabbit were outside their house, packing for their trip to the sea today. They were nowhere near as excited as we were by the whole thing. I think they just take it for granted that this rabbit has these incredible adventures!
“Why are you such a naughty rabbit?” the old guy said fondly, as he cuddled the rabbit.
Our neighbour has gone to quite a bit of trouble to seal off their garden so that Lucky can’t get out, but obviously it isn’t working that well!
My dear mother-in-law had offered to keep Lucky in one of the cages of her aviary while his owners go on holiday. So I mentioned this to them last night, and they jumped at the idea.
Luckily, my in-laws live practically right across the road from us, so we were able to take Lucky there and get him settled in for the night. He seems quite at home there, and my MIL is great with animals, so he’ll be fine.
At least we can have a spot of peace now for a week or so, with no rabbit sneaking in our car at every turn!
Our neighbour said when he gets back home, he will put netting up along their fence to contain Lucky. I think it might take more than that, but we’ll see.
We can’t seal the entry hole into our car’s engine, because otherwise the engine will get no ventilation. So it’s a bit of a catch-22!
One last thing, before I sign off – last night involved yet another 2 miracles for Lucky. Firstly, that he didn’t get injured when he jumped out from under the car. We could so easily have driven over him, and secondly, that we happened to be going past a streetlamp when it happened, enabling Michael to see Lucky behind us in the road in his rear-view mirror.
And like I said to Michael’s parents – thanks for your hospitality.
To which Michael added, of course, and for your haaspitality
(For my overseas readers, ‘haas’ is the Afrikaans word for ‘rabbit’, so this was a very clever pun.
I love Michael. Not only can he make clever puns, but he’s the only person I know who would spend 20 minutes chasing after a rabbit with me at night
Life has continued as usual in our residential complex.
We remained completely flummoxed over how the rabbit managed to secret itself in and out of the car without Michael noticing, but hey, some mysteries in life remain unsolved and one just has to accept it.
But yesterday, all was revealed.
Michael saw Lucky Bunny disappear under our car. When the bunny didn’t reappear, Michael got down on his knees and peeked under the car. Nothing.
He checked the back of the car, nada.
Checked the front of the car… niks.
But then he heard a snuffling sound. He managed to trace it to underneath the car’s chassis. There is a sort of plastic cover over the engine, and this is where the rabbit was perched. This is where it had been when it was traveling to work with him. Not in the car. Amazing!
Since then, we have been understandably cautious when we drive anywhere, first checking to see if there is a freeloading rabbit catching a ride.
Michael checked this morning before he left for work.
When he got home for lunch, I needed to go to the KwikSpar down the road for some groceries and a card for our electricity meter, which was saying ADD CASH. I didn’t check for the rabbit.
I arrived back home, loaded the electricity meter, packed away the groceries and made lunch for us. Then I grabbed my gym-bag and set off again to go and swim for half an hour in the gym’s pool. Belatedly, it occurred to me to wonder if the rabbit had gone with me to Spar and *gasp* perhaps stayed there.
I went to knock on my neighbour’s door to ask her if she had seen her rabbit at all that morning. She suggested we go and look in her garden and it wasn’t long before I spotted it, lying in the vegetable garden in the shade of some green beans.
So I went to the gym with a clear conscience.
Got back, ate my lunch, kissed Michael goodbye as he left for work just before 2pm.
Had a nice bath to wash off the chlorine smell from the pool. Was still in the bath when the phone rang. It was Michael.
“The rabbit’s here again,” he said.
I couldn’t help laughing. It had got us again.
Apparently all of Michael’s staff were running around trying to catch the rabbit, but it was having none of it this time.
It just run under the car again, jumped up into its little hidey-hole and refused to come out.
Eventually, Michael was left with no alternative but to drive home again, with the stowaway parked off on the undercarriage of the car! Talk about stressful. He says he drove really carefully. Regardless of the fact that the rabbit had already safely made the trip at least twice that we know of. This was the first time that Michael was actually aware of his passenger.
When he got home, the rabbit’s owners and myself were waiting breathlessy to see if the rabbit was okay.
The car stopped. We all checked it out – and then out popped the rabbit, large as life!!
I seriously wouldn’t have believed this story if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes
Anyway, they are trying to contain the rabbit now. I think he may just be running out of lives here. One can only push one’s luck so far, hey.
His name has now been upgraded from ‘Lucky’ to ‘Bloody Lucky!’
Just hope he doesn’t hitch a ride with us to Johannesburg next week. Don’t know if my nerves can take it, lol.
Before I start with the story, let me first provide a bit of background info.
Michael and I live in a complex of four townhouses.
And in the complex lives a black rabbit. This rabbit just showed up one good day and adopted the people living diagonally across from us as his own. At first, he came and went regularly. I reckoned he was living a double life.
But lately, he hasn’t been going anywhere. The oldish couple, whose garden he lives in, moved in here recently. They had no pets, but then the little rabbit showed up and they LOVE it. The rabbit, in turn, hops along after the Oom while he does his gardening, like a little puppy dog. And it lets the Tannie cuddle him to sleep.
Beary is not that keen on the rabbit. Every morning, it lollops around the communal parking area of the complex in full view of Beary’s look-out post (a.k.a as our front porch) and she barks at it incessantly until it lollops back to its own garden.Beary is not a barky dog at all, but that black bunny stirs something in her blood.
In a nutshell: everyone in the complex loves the rabbit, who was named ‘Lucky’ earlier this week by his owner..
So this morning, some time after he left for work, Michael phoned me to ask me something strange. Have I seen the rabbit?
Not recently, I told him.
“Funny thing”, says he. “There is a black rabbit outside my work. I leave home, and there’s a black rabbit. I get to work – there’s a black rabbit.”
We concluded that it must be a weird coincidence.
After lunch, I went back to work with him, as I wanted the car to go and visit my parents. As I left, I saw the (very familiar-looking) rabbit. I called Michael to come and see where it was skulking in the bushes in front of the building.
I visited at my parents’ till just before 6pm, when Michael finishes work. Just as I got there, my phone rang. It was my neighbour. I had mentioned to her that we had sighted a black rabbit at Michael’s work (which is 7km from our home). She phoned to tell me that the rabbit had not been sighted the whole day and that its owners were getting worried, especially after I mentioned that I had seen it in town.
I called Michael and we went looking for the rabbit. It was not where we had first seen it, but some searching revealed it to be a little down the road, next to one of the residential houses there. I asked the man in the garden if it was his rabbit (still not believing that it was actually the rabbit from our complex) The man said no.
This left us with somewhat of a dilemma. We had a hunch that it might be ‘our’ rabbit, but thought it had to be extremely unlikely. How would the rabbit have gotten in and out the car without Michael seeing it? On top of this, he is severely allergic to rabbits, so its presence in the car would surely not have gone unnoticed. It was probably just a huge coincidence and was someone else’s black rabbit.
“Must be the Chinese year of the Rabbit,” I quipped.
What if it wasn’t the right rabbit and we loaded it up and it turned out to be wild and have rabies or something?
I got behind the rabbit and headed it off at the pass, before it took off down the road, and then one of Michael’s staff slowly approached it and quick as lightning grabbed it. It didn’t really struggle at all. Pretty tame.
In the interim, we phoned the owners and described the rabbit and they confirmed that it had a white foot. I still wasn’t convinced that something so fantastical could occur as that rabbit teleporting itself from one place to another. But there was no way I was leaving it behind. So we loaded it into a cardboard box with a clip-board as a lid and off we went. Me balancing the whole kaboodle on my lap.
Before long, I felt a trickle of warm rabbit-pee running down my legs. It was seeping out of the bottom of the box. Yuck. I quickly put it on the rubber car mats and hurriedly moved my handbag and gym-bag out of danger.
Ten minutes later, we arrived home to an anxious neighbour waiting for us. The lid was lifted for the big reveal.
“Yes, it’s my rabbit!” he exclained happily, scooping it out of the box and cuddling it to his chest.
Michael and were SO happy that it was the right rabbit. (Especially as we had no idea what we would have done with it if it hadn’t been the right one!)
Together, we put together the pieces of the puzzle:
1. Michael left for work. Shortly afterwards, realized he forgot his cellphone. Came back, stopped outside our door. Jumped out of the car, leaving the cardoor open.
2. The complex gardener arrives for work, startling the rabbit, who dashes across the parking area. Our neighbour sees this, but thought the rabbit ran around our car.
3. Rabbit jumps in our car.
4. Michael returns to the car, gets in, and drives off, oblivious to the fact that he has a stowaway.
5. Ten minutes later, Michael arrives at work. Somehow, rabbit gets out of the car without Michael noticing it.
6. Two hours later, Michael looks out of his office window at his car and sees the rabbit next to it. He thinks he’s going nuts and phones me to hear if I can see the rabbit anywhere at our complex.
7. I mention it to my neighbour, but otherwise forget about it.
8. Michael comes home for lunch. I go back with him so I can take the car. As I leave, I spot the rabbit. I tap on M’s office window and tell him I’ve seen the rabbit. He comes out to have a look, but the rabbit is gone again.
9. I visit with my mom, only coming to fetch Michael at 6 o’ clock. The neighbour phones to report the rabbit still missing. We go out to have one last look. And there it is, down the road. We duly catch it and bring it home.
So Lucky the bunny spent nearly twelve hours next to a fairly busy road, with people walking up and down all day without coming to any harm. Nearly all the people that work at that building came out to have a look at him during the course of the day. And that little rabbit just waited for his ride home.
A little miracle, I tell you. So many things had to come together for us to rescue Lucky.
What a special day.
Oh, and the rabbit’s ‘people’ are so grateful to us for bringing their sweet bunny home.
(Little did Michael know this morning that it would turn out to be ‘bring your bunny to work’ day. LOL
This is where we spotted the rabbit before we left M’s work to go home. Notice the road directly behind it, which is extremely busy most of the time.
Here’s Winston, who caught the rabbit for us, getting closer.
Winston just before he grabbed the rabbit. He was so quick!
The rabbit didn’t struggle much. It’s as if he knew this was his ride home and he must behave. Smart bunny.
Note: This whole incident took place on Tuesday.
Tomorrow is my 31st birthday! How did that happen? lol.
Somehow, it’s less of a shock than turning 30. I’ve eased into it by now, hehe.
I’m liking my thirties just fine so far. I feel more grown-up and I have a clearer idea of what I want. (I feel warmed up for life,
I’ve figured some stuff out and learnt to cope with other, unavoidable, things.
So far, 30′s are beating the pants off 20′s. (20′s are a bit overrated, if you ask me )
I’m looking forward to tomorrow no end.
Michael is taking the day off work to spend it with me. I ♥ him for doing that. He does it every year and it just makes me feel so special!
First off, we are meeting my family for breakfast at a restaurant that we will choose tomorrow. The gathering will include my sister, Karina, who is vacationing from Australia at the moment, her hubby and two of her daughters, who I haven’t seen in yonks. It’s going to be great. Also there will be another of my sisters, Sonja, her hubby and their kiddies. And my parents, too. Quite the impromptu party. (And as it is coinciding with my birthday, I will claim it as my party. Yay!
After breakfast, Michael and I will go and see what movies are showing at the cinema. If there is anything good showing, we will watch it. If not, back home to watch Inception on dvd. (Actually that is my first choice. I prefer watching at home and I’ve heard Inception is a kick-ass flick.
For the afternoon, we’ll just go where it carries us. All spontaneous-like.
I’m sure it will be fabulous.
One’s birthday only comes around once a year. It’s important to enjoy it, however way you can. I prefer low-key, and spending time with loved ones. So tomorrow should be a birthday worth remembering for me.
Right, now I’ll be off to go and wash the small mountain of dishes in the kitchen. Because I don’t plan on doing any tomorrow!!
What an excellent time of year to start blogging again
I really regret that I haven’t kept up with my blog this past year. One day, I am going to wonder what I did in 2010, because I won’t have any records of it. Sad, because it has been a really good year – one of the best I’ve had in ages.
Sure, it had it’s crap bits, but in general, 2010 was kind to me
So I am officially making it one of my resolutions this year, i.e. to blog regularly about what I’m up to. Even the most mundane, day to day stuff can become interesting when read about years down the road. That has been my experience, anyway.
So happy 2011 to everybody! I look forward to being back in the blogging community again.