Yesterday was Baxter’s, our pet rabbit’s, birthday. He’s now reached the might age of two. He’s stopped misbehaving nearly as much as he used to, he’s now very affectionate and actually responds (somewhat) to his own name. We’re not sure of his exact birth date, but our estimates landed him right around Easter, so why not Easter Sunday no less?
His birthday is going to be a little late next year, what with it landing on the 24th April (well done Catholic Church, can’t figure out when you saviour died? Jeeze, you call that an organized religion). We’re not going to check his litter box for any Easter eggs, that would be a little too gross.
Anyway, happy belated birthday notice to my illiterate and non-web-active pet (damn animals these days need to go get themselves a twitter account).