La Petite sent me a text message with a photo of a cute little lion head bunny that wasn’t her little lionhead bunny. The series of texts went something like this.
LP: It’s a male bunny up for adoption at a small animal sanctuary someone I know runs. And part of me wants it to be Krumpet’s husband.
Me: Cute. Possibilities.
Me (a few seconds later): Oh, dear. Did I really say that?
LP: Well, Krumpet has seemed lonely and a bit mischievous lately.
LP: She’s great and clingy when I get home, but when I’m gone she gets into things.
Me: When we got Sadie, Peanut gnawed a lot less. He just needed company.
LP: I’d have to meet the little guy, probably even schedule a greeting with Krumpet.
Me: Sounds promising.
LP: They just called. He’s still available.
Me: Is he fixed?
LP: Neutered and litter trained.
Me: Do it!
She did it. She introduced her own little bunny to the potential “mate” on Saturday morning.