We got our pet rabbit a present. bunny_hugger did the important getting, like, by actually finding it and buying it and having it shipped to us, but I didn't do anything to stop it, like wrestling the package to the ground and smothering it, so that counts as helping.
What it is, is a bed: a little, soft, fleecey white bed that's easy to move around and cleans up well, and that we thought he might like to lie on, given how much of the time he wants to hop up and lie on the sofa next to bunny_hugger. And he does lie in it, some, after some time spent sniffling suspiciously at it and nipping it to shake it around and show it who's boss. It's just about the right length for him if he isn't stretched out as wide as he can reach, although he's also prone to half-lying in it, with his head or his hindlegs on the ground or, yeah, on the sofa beside it. I think he might get a little more fond of it when it's not quite so warm out, since right now the bare floor probably conducts heat away better.
The bed, since it's a roughly two-foot by eighteen-inch thing about three inches thick at most, and made entirely of fluff, so naturally, Amazon.com sent it in a box large enough to contain two or three African elephants. To keep what is essentially a pillow safe, they wrapped it in an enormous sheet of paper, three feet thick and twenty miles long. On a lark we tossed that in our rabbit's pen and at the risk of giving in to cliché, yes, he's gone wild for that. He chews on it, of course, and tosses it around, and rustles around in it, and hides underneath it, and lies on top of it, and mostly finds the paper to be about the greatest thing ever. So, the bed, moderately successful; the mountain of paper, roaring success. We're going to have to find similar sheets when he finishes destroying this, in about twelve minutes.
Trivia: The first official Assembly of the state of New Jersey, convened on 26 May 1668, levied a tax of £ 30, payable in produce, for the support of government; it was apportioned equally among the six towns then organized in the province, but did not specify how the tax was to be levied or what was to be taxed in teach town. Source: New Jersey From Colony To State, 1609 - 1789, Richard P McCormick.
Currently Reading: Analog Science Fiction and Fact, July/August 2013, Editor Trevor Quachri. I'm going to trust that Quachri is still cleaning out backlog from the old guy, as the story selections still feel awfully musty and like the stuff I stopped reading Analog regularly over, and the nonfiction features didn't stand out as having much personality. Also one of the letters to the editor was from a guy whining about a story using ``110 baud'' to mean ``really low bandwidth'' when it could, in theory, be pretty considerable amounts of information passed back and forth. The author was given space to defend his use of a phrase to mean what people actually mean when they actually say something like it.
PS: Reading the Comics, July 5, 2013, the first roundup of these in a month, somehow.