I had a visitor today. Well, two, to be precise. The small black furry one hung out for a couple of hours here on my alpaca wool rug watching Rango, eating jubes and carrots and Snax crackers, all in front of a toasty fire. He must surely have his own lucky rabbit's foot.
I then turned him into a little artwork. He said he didn't mind at all, and that his furry body was the least he could offer.