Stepford Bunny

Here I sit, playing a game of solitaire before I head off to bed, TV on for background noise. The channel happens to be on QVC, and I'm mesmerized by the sales pitch going on. I swivel my chair to see the TV. There are two women seated at a table, fondling a ceramic rabbit. "See how the bunny almost smiles at you? Wouldn't this be a perfect piece for an office, or a screened-in patio? How elegant, and pristine. This bunny is hand-rubbed for that lovely smooth texture (isnt that an oxy-moron?), and look at the special coloring of this bunny..it would absolutely go with any decor,, blah-ditty blah-ditty blah". The women are speaking in their sing-song hypnotic sales voices, caressing the bunny,,,flashing his smile at me through the television. I...must...have...the bunny. SNAP! Vinny launches his portly butt up onto my bare legged lap and starts to slip. His claws dig in for leverage, and Im whipped back into real life where my leg is bleeding and the pain begs for a cold rag and some Neosporin. Whew...there for a minute, I was afraid I was gonna end up with a 38.00 Stepford Bunny. Thanks Vin!