>PBN wants examples of why our houses resemble zoos. Ours resembles more of a hutch.
The first bunny in the house was Beast. His friend Cor (short for Coreopsis) soon joined him. When she died, Tiny Bunny came into the house to be a friend to the Big One. Peanut was a rescue; he was about to be adopted by someone La Petite considered unsuitable, so she stepped in. Sweet and friendly little Tiny Bunny and the feisty Peanut never really hit it off, so when Sadie came into the household and bonded with the Peanutty one, we nearly fell over. They are now inseparable. Then there’s Buttercup, the huge and lovely bunny that resembles a cow. Oh, she’s a beauty.
But all is not always lovely in the house of wascally wabbits. As cute and innocent as they may appear, rabbits chew on cords. We have all the important electrical connections and computer connections well hidden and/or wrapped up out of reach of the furballs we call pets. I mean we thought we had them all hidden…until the Black Clock of Death came up one morning.
Then there is the funny bunny who “makes her rounds” each morning when we let her out of the cage. She lopes more than hops around the house, checking to make sure everything is in order, stopping in each room to sniff and look around. She’ll come in the bathroom while I brush my teeth, hop around the table while we eat breakfast, look out the den window, and nudge Amigo’s feet while he tightens his shoelaces. It’s all in a bunny’s day’s work, I suppose.
Which reminds me — I’d better make a trip to the pet store to buy litter, hay, and pellets. At least someone in the house is getting enough fiber!