The Susanne

We did it! We got up early this morn­ing and rushed through the usual ritual of groom­ing and break­fast to get to the pet shop as soon as we could. And we bought Ramsay! Oh yeah, and she actu­ally turned out to be a boy. Also this Ramsay is actu­ally the ori­ginal Ramsay’s brother. Con­fused? Ima­gine how I felt, I didn’t even know they were boys until we were leav­ing the shop! Appar­ently the people in the pet shop had moved the boy bun­nies into the empty girl bunny cage to clean the boys’ cage. Yep. You’d think they’d let us know sooner! Not that I mind having a boy, except for the fact that I am now out­numbered two to one in this house­hold. I’ll just have to trust my com­mand­ing pres­ence to let me keep my role as Queen/Head of House…

Already, though, we’ve star­ted moving away from the name Ramsay. I star­ted call­ing him Tøffen (Though guy) simply so he’ll have some­thing to live up to and feel at ease more quickly. The Boy­friend calls him Kompis (Buddy), obvi­ously because he thinks he now has an ally in the house­hold. Yea right!

Then I thought I wanted to call him Gordon as it sounds cooler and it doesn’t remind me of Norway’s most idi­otic BB con­test­ant. The one with the infam­ous motto ‘If you’re not living on the edge, you’re taking up too much space.’

The Boy­friend wants to call him Hetman, I like the sim­ilar Heit­mann as it was my granddad’s name. But I like Gordon too. Let’s just hope he lives up to Gordon Ramsay’s crazi­ness and all will be well!

Here’s our little prin­cess! Ehm, I mean prince:

I’ll read­ily admit it: I’m a cat person. If my love life doesn’t work out I will be the old lady that shares her house with a hun­dred cats. And I might even pos­sibly end up refer­ring to them as my babies.

Right now, though, I live in a flat so I can’t have a cat. It’s so incred­ibly mean to keep a cat locked in a flat. A cat should have loads of room out­side to run around, climb trees and kill loads and loads of birds, rats and mice! At the same time, I’m long­ing for a kitten. I’ve had cats all my life, the last one was with us for 13 years and I still miss her even though she passed away four or five years ago. My par­ents have a new cat now, a boy, but he doesn’t acknow­ledge me as family: I’m just the vis­itor who if I’m lucky will get to pet him a little if I stay for sev­eral days.

Soooo… I want a bunnyrab­bit! I’ve been to the pet­shop and met a gor­geous little girl, she’s incred­ibly cute and looks just like a little dust bunny. When I was there she did this thing where she lifted up one front leg like a gryphon while she made a huge yawn - she looked like a roar­ing lion! (or gryphon…)

I’m just going over and over it all in my head: should I buy her or will it be a mis­take? One moment my heart over­rules my brain and I decide I will, the next my brain takes back con­trol and tells me of all the work, all the incon­veni­ence, and all my elec­trical cords which will be gnawed. Yet I still want her. I wish I had a photo of her to put up, she’s so incred­ibly beautiful.

Might just have to pop back down the pet­shop tomor­row and bring her home! Oh and her name? Ramsay. After Gordon, of course. It sounds equally cool in Eng­lish, South­ern Nor­we­gian, West­ern Nor­we­gian and East­ern Nor­we­gian. Yea, they are different.