November 15th /08
Here I am playing with my new rabbit plushy. Actually, I thought I was alone. I had no idea Mama was capturing me at my silliest on video. So I was going at my rabbit like a savage until I spotted her. You can see how embarrassed I was when I realized I was being filmed.
Anyway, I was trying very hard to pulverize that rabbit, just like I did with a couple of stuffies I used to own. But I was just wasting my time. Did you ever try to rip open a plushy? It just can't be done. Besides having no insides and nothing to disembowel, you can't even pull it apart.
I have all kinds of plushies in my toy basket - a moose, a raccoon, a beaver, to name a few. And they're like the day I got them. I haven't been able to rip one open yet. Not one! I could chew and tug and thrash those things around all day long but I just can't destroy them for love or money.
Well, plushies are better than nothing, I suppose. They're soft and furry, but they're so skinny! They're a pretty poor replacement for a fat, hard-core stuffy, don't you think?
Frankly, give me a real rabbit any day. There aren't too many of those around here. There are plenty of squirrels but they see me and disappear up a tree so fast I just can't catch them. We almost walked into a skunk the other night in the back yard. Mama did a quick about-face and I spun around and got so dizzy that my legs got all tangled up. I felt like my head was facing one direction but my legs were going in another. Mama said I looked so funny. Yeah, ha ha. There've also been a few raccoons in the yard but I only got to watch one from inside, which was a good thing because his black mask and beady little eyes really scared me. There are zillions of birds but as soon as I spot one, I lurch ahead and pull Mama's arms from their sockets, and then I get my chain yanked and well, that's all over.
Anyway, I just want to register my complaint about plushies. They're ok to sniff and toss around the room, and act silly with. And it's fun to make them squeak. But they just don't satisfy my primative destuffing instinct. Are any of you experiencing this problem, or am I just going through a phase?