Tiny Paws and Nibbles: My Massage Notes
He climbs on, tiny paws kneading, then nibbles at my sleeve seams like they are knots in my fur. Rabbit logic: you groom me, I groom you. Welcome to the bunssage spa, services below, prices in parsley, appointments whenever the therapist is awake. Personal play log, not handling advice: floor level always, no lifting, sessions end when paws leave. For skin, bite, or behavior worries I ask a vet. Here: the menu.
Service 1, The Knead (paws, 5 minutes)
Technique: climbs onto my stretched leg, front paws alternate pressing into my thigh, eyes half closed, rhythm steady. My role: floor level, let them climb, no lifting, I sit against the wall, leg out, and wait. Duration: 3 to 7 minutes, average 5 across a month of sessions. Short strokes on forehead from me in return, stop if they move, the exchange rate is one forehead stroke per six kneads, roughly. First session logged March 3rd: 2 minutes, hesitant, one paw. By March 20th: full two-paw service with purr. The paws are tiny and warm through jeans; through bare skin in summer they tickle enough that I have to breathe through it (laughing ends the session, learned twice).
Service 2, Seam Grooming (teeth, ongoing)
He nibbles at my sleeve seams like they are knots in his fur. Targets inventoried: shirt cuffs (favorite), sock heels, blanket edges, hoodie strings (confiscated after one ambitious attempt), jeans seams. Method: gentle tooth-combing along the stitching, never skin, log nibbles vs bites: nibbles are gifts. Nibbles feel like soft pinches that leave no mark; the one real bite in this log’s history (startled by a doorbell mid-groom, March 11th) is filed separately and forgiven. Update: he now nibbles every seam I own. Sleeves, socks, blanket edges, all knots must go. I tip in parsley and sit still for duty. Tiny paws, serious profession.
Appointments, payment, and reviews
Booking: no booking, the therapist appears at 19:30 most evenings, climbs aboard, begins. Cancellation policy: paws leaving means session over, no rebooking same night (three attempts to restart all failed; the spa closes when it closes). Payment: do not forget to tip your bunssage therapist. Mine takes parsley, one sprig per session, served after, never during (mid-knead snacks pause the paws and the magic). Monthly review from the client (me): tension down, laughter up, sleeves frayed beyond repair. Do-not-disturb hours posted: during kneading, the house knows, my wife photographs from the doorway instead of entering. Rating: five stars, would be groomed again, already booked for tonight. The spa never advertises; the paws simply arrive.
Client file: regulars and reviews
Regulars at the spa: me nightly, my wife Sundays (premium slot, weekend paws run longer, 7 minutes logged), one guest last month (single session, glowing review, no rebooking, the therapist is exclusive). Seasonal specials: summer bare-skin sessions (tickle hazard, breathing exercises required), winter sock sessions (through fabric, gentler, longer). Complaints file: one, mid-knead sneeze from me ended a perfect session in March; sneezes now suppressed at all costs, allergy season dreaded. Loyalty program: none needed, attendance perfect on both sides. The spa’s motto, stitched mentally on the rug: paws arrive, worries leave. Ninety sessions and counting this year, every one logged in a single line, date, minutes, service. The lines form the most relaxing dataset in the house.
Aftercare and house rules
Post-session protocol: parsley tip served, paws wiped? Never, insulting to the artist. Sleeve inspection: seams holding so far, one cuff retired with honors (framed? No. Binned respectfully). House rule for visitors: the spa is not a show, no summoned performances, no waking the therapist. What money can’t buy, parsley rents nightly. New clients accepted only if climbed upon voluntarily; applications (hands extended hopefully) are ignored with professional coldness. The bunssage spa: unlisted, unbookable, unforgettable. Tonight’s appointment is whenever the tiny paws decide, and they always decide.
Training notes for apprentice therapists (none enrolled, notes kept anyway): arrive unhurried, climb uninvited, knead steadily, groom seams thoroughly, accept parsley graciously, depart when done. The master demonstrates nightly. Advanced technique observed last week: alternating knead-groom cycles, three minutes paws, one minute seams, repeat, a full treatment protocol invented on my leg. Duration record: 9 minutes, rainy Thursday, both services plus a flop finale on my foot. Post-treatment survey (me): deeply relaxed, slightly frayed, entirely loyal. The spa’s expansion plans: none, one client, one therapist, perfect scale. Tiny paws, serious profession, lifetime appointment.
Testimonial wall, one entry: my shoulders have never been looser, my sleeves never more ventilated. Side effects include smiling during kneading and defending seam-grooming to skeptics (it is affection with teeth, I explain; they nod slowly). Contraindications: ticklish clients, urgent appointments, white clothing. The therapist accepts no insurance, only parsley, and the exchange rate never inflates. Book tonight by sitting down.
Walk-ins welcome, parsley required.
Paws in, worries out.
Session tonight at nineteen-thirty sharp.
Knead on.
Tonight.
Purring both.
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