Monday, June 09, 2008

The Tea Party

Davis recently brought home a very cute set of tiny cups and saucers. They're about the right size for espresso, but I'm off the sauce right now due to a recent coffee binge that nearly made my head explode.
I was worried the cups would remain tragically neglected until I was reminded that rabbits are known to enjoy a good tea party every now and then. I decided to hold a tea party picnic for them in my dressing room (my rabbits don't hold with going out of doors for fear of gangs of woodland ruffians).

It started off in a quite dignified manner.

Midge poured her tea into the saucer to cool, and she delicately sipped it.
Morris became intrigued.
He wasn't sure if he liked tea, so he took a taste of Midge's.
Morris liked it so much that he decided to have a cup of his own.
He enjoyed it with great relish.
Possibly too much relish.

The afternoon went on, and it seemed as if their manners declined as their caffeine levels rose.
The rabbits were not happy when I announced they had been cut off.


Anonymous kirsten said...

I think my head just exploded from the adorability factor. What a perfect way to start the day--I feel like I just had dessert for breakfast. So cute!

11:52 AM, June 09, 2008  
Anonymous kirsten said...

I just had to come back and add--I don't know how I missed that link to my story the first time I read through your post! I guess I was distracted by the extreme cuteness of your rabbits...I just adore them. At any rate, somehow it now seems even funnier. Did you serve clotted cream? And did they engage in deep, philosophical conversation?

7:17 PM, June 10, 2008  
Blogger Petula Darling said...

I think Midge would agree with your assessment of her cuteness - last night I honestly saw her sitting and staring at herself in a mirror that sits on the floor. I imagine she was perfecting her haughty expression.

In answer to your question, I went the non-traditional route and opted to serve Nibble Rings instead of clotted cream due to issues with Morris' waistline. Actually, the only way I could get the bunnies to go anywhere near the SCARY teacups was to lace them with treats (it's quite amazing what fear-conquering abilities treats can have).
I'm afraid that the conversation wasn't especially scintillating. There was some talk of Jungian archetypes, but it was quickly drowned out by the sound of treats being gobbled.

9:04 PM, June 10, 2008  
Blogger Mary Jane said...

Cuteness overload for sure, despite the high-falutin conversation

7:46 AM, June 11, 2008  
Blogger Julia Pequlia said...

You might try beer next time. Our college dorm bunny used to like beer, and then he would stretch out flat on his belly with his legs splayed ut behind him. Kind of a frat bun.

Your buns are obviously more mature and refined.

7:16 PM, June 11, 2008  
Blogger Petula Darling said...

I think the picture of Midge's head in what looks like a bucket could serve as an argument against her being refined, however I'm sure she would approve of your assessment.

9:27 PM, June 11, 2008  

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