Tag: cabbits

The girl who couldn’t sleep

This is something I wrote a while ago, but I thought I’d put it up here to apoligise for being boring and quiet as of late. I am working on something to start putting up here – if you’ve not read The Wuzel and the Butterfly, then shame on you. You might find it useful, so go on, have a look.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who couldn’t sleep. One day, when she was walking home, she realised that she was being followed. It was a small creature; part rabbit, part cat. But before she could say anything to it, she was attacked by a dragon.

She stood there, too frightened to move, and just as the dragon was about to gobble her up, the small creature darted out from behind a tree and sunk her small sharp teeth into the dragon’s tail. The dragon roared in pain and went crying home to his mum.

The girl wanted to thank the cabbit, (for that is what the creature was), and so she made dinner for them both. The cabbit asked the girl why she couldn’t sleep and the girl explained that sometimes she couldn’t switch her mind off, but mostly it was because her heart was sad and at night it cried.

The cabbit decided that she wanted to help the girl who couldn’t sleep, so she tried all kinds of things, but nothing worked. Eventually, the cabbit decided on desperate measures and resorted to using a frying pan.

The girl who couldn’t sleep slept that night.

Sleepy time

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Chrono-Syntactic Infandibulum Link #5

Okay, yesterday was spent revising really hard:

Gardening with my grandmother in silly hats
Gardening in silly hats - the new extreme sport

Speaking of extreme sports, I came across a completely new one today and its own group of eccentrics: Extreme Ironing.

No, you’re not hallucinating. Or going crazy. There are actually people who go to the remotest of places so that they can iron in peace. There’s even a Wikipedia page on it, so it must be true.

Oh, and there’s this video on YouTube of a man ironing on the closed section of the M1:

Makes me look quite normal by comparison – I just whitter on about Cabbits, Horses and all kinds of weird and wonderful things.

Oh, and the next thing I’m most likely to whitter on about is why the term “commitment-phobe” is quite frankly pants. Absolute pants. It should be something like “emotionally claustrophobic”.. But that’s for another time, methinks.

In the meantime, smile :)

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Musings #4

My friend pointed out to me today that my rabbits and horses theory doesn’t work. Her reasoning was that she knew people who she thought were cats.

It’s a fair point: cats like to be independent for the most part, and act aloof like nothing really matters, only to then come back to you either for food or to steal your bed for the best part of the day. Then there’s the school of thought that says that the Egyptians once worshipped cats as gods and that cats certainly haven’t forgotten.

Except I’m not quite sure that there are cats in life – I mean, sure, there are those who are independent, sleep a lot, like staying clean, aren’t too keen on water and like being scratched behind the ears; yet deep down, they are dependent on other people, and that trust or dependency will take a while to grow.

So in that respect, they’re both a rabbit and a cat. I found this a tad confusing to begin with, until I came up with a solution:

cabbits.

Cabbits are those who appear to be independent and distant. (And a little bit bitey at times..) They’re also generally quite cute and furry; often found with a tail. They act aloof and have that kind of regal air about them, and they like you to come to them, rather than seek you out. But at the same time, they’re secretly dependent on you – far more than you could possibly imagine; unless of course, you yourself are a cabbit, in which case you’ll know exactly what I mean.

To the untrained eye, a cabbit can be difficult to handle: how do you live with a creature that on the surface appears to be so cool and distant, yet scratch him behind the ears in the right place and he’ll roll over onto his back and let you stroke his tummy? (Tickle on pain of death/loss of hand.)

To be honest, it depends on the cabbit. Some are more open to change than others. The thing is, you need to give the cabbit the space he needs: the moment a cabbit feels trapped, back into the rabbit warren he goes, yet not enough interest and it may seem that you don’t care; something which cabbits find most painful.

If you find yourself with a cabbit, give him time to get used to spending time with you – coax him out of his defensive cat state and encourage him to be more rabbit-like. However it should be said that a) be prepared to have the odd stand-off with your cabbit, they often tend to want everything done their way (and to steal your bed) and b) you may need a large supply of feathers, carrots, soft cushions and catnip.

Warning: use catnip with caution – may cause lots of purring, silliness and munchies:

Cat with catnip toy looking guilty
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