Leveret
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It's my birthday. Not that that's significant,but it seemed like as good a day as any to start my bunny blog andproperly introduce myself and the lagomorphs.
My current enjoyment of rabbits is entirely attributible to this image right here:
This is Kit about two days after I rescued him from a horde of meatants. His mother had left him in their path and they were busy bitinghim behind his ears where he was soft and vulnerable. Poor little guywas trying to get away, but he was too young to get his legs workingproperly. I didn't mean to take him home with me, but he decided he wasgoing to cuddle up and go to sleep in my arms. What could I do?Certainly wasn't about to leave him to his fate with the ants.
I thought hares and rabbits were creatures of instinct and not muchelse. Kit showed me how wrong I was. The first few months with him werevery difficult and I found most of the information available aboutraising hares was false. I learnt to trust Kit and let him tell me whathe needed. I think that has been the key to the rewarding, astonishing,and sometimes frustrating relationship that we have developed betweenus.
Hares are supposed to be solitary creatures, but I don't think that isby choice. Kit has always seemed pleased to have company and reallyjust wants to be friends with everyone. This trait led me to gettinghim a rabbit friend.
The first attempt involved a baby female rex who beat him up andhijacked his cage. He was happy to move into my bed with me, but thisarrangement was not to my liking.
I found the devil incarnate of arex a loving new home.
6 months later, I had the money to buy a new cage and tried again. Thelady who took my rex had large crossbreed kittens and I picked one outfor me and Kit. Her name was Kat. She was a bundle of mischief and Isuspect a ninja. She loved Kit and they flourished together.Tragically, Kat contracted myxomatosis despite being kept indoors whileI was overseas. In Australia, the government won't release the vaccineto rabbit owners because it is a live vaccine, so Kat had to be put tosleep. I'm thankful she was not yet very ill when she went. We stillmiss her.
Kit was pining with me overseas, Kat abruptly gone, and our otherfamily member, my dog Penny, confined to the backyard and family roomwith the other dogs. I organised another friend for him.
Enter Bonnie. We've had Bonnie with us for almost a year, now. Herprevious owner moved house and never came back for her and herboyfriend. Her boyfriend died and there she was, cramped, alone,somewhat neglected. We gave her a cage she could stand up in, a littertray, a plastic mug and all the paper she wants to shred and she's themost content bunny there ever was. She's very homey and doesn't feelinclined to leave her cage much. She loves to arrange her belongingsjust so and despises when I come and move things. She believes I haveno taste. I have become very fond of her scathing disapproval, disgust,revulsion, and impatience. I tell cat owners that cats have staff, butrabbits have slaves. If you want to be treated like dirt, I say, get arabbit. :biggrin:
Bonnie has come a long way in her time with me and Kit. She has gonefrom running from any attempt to touch her to presenting herself for abrush. I'm so proud of her. Here's a picture of her:
So that's our history. Here's a more recent picture of Kit just because I'm in love with him.
My current enjoyment of rabbits is entirely attributible to this image right here:
This is Kit about two days after I rescued him from a horde of meatants. His mother had left him in their path and they were busy bitinghim behind his ears where he was soft and vulnerable. Poor little guywas trying to get away, but he was too young to get his legs workingproperly. I didn't mean to take him home with me, but he decided he wasgoing to cuddle up and go to sleep in my arms. What could I do?Certainly wasn't about to leave him to his fate with the ants.
I thought hares and rabbits were creatures of instinct and not muchelse. Kit showed me how wrong I was. The first few months with him werevery difficult and I found most of the information available aboutraising hares was false. I learnt to trust Kit and let him tell me whathe needed. I think that has been the key to the rewarding, astonishing,and sometimes frustrating relationship that we have developed betweenus.
Hares are supposed to be solitary creatures, but I don't think that isby choice. Kit has always seemed pleased to have company and reallyjust wants to be friends with everyone. This trait led me to gettinghim a rabbit friend.
The first attempt involved a baby female rex who beat him up andhijacked his cage. He was happy to move into my bed with me, but thisarrangement was not to my liking.
I found the devil incarnate of arex a loving new home.6 months later, I had the money to buy a new cage and tried again. Thelady who took my rex had large crossbreed kittens and I picked one outfor me and Kit. Her name was Kat. She was a bundle of mischief and Isuspect a ninja. She loved Kit and they flourished together.Tragically, Kat contracted myxomatosis despite being kept indoors whileI was overseas. In Australia, the government won't release the vaccineto rabbit owners because it is a live vaccine, so Kat had to be put tosleep. I'm thankful she was not yet very ill when she went. We stillmiss her.
Kit was pining with me overseas, Kat abruptly gone, and our otherfamily member, my dog Penny, confined to the backyard and family roomwith the other dogs. I organised another friend for him.
Enter Bonnie. We've had Bonnie with us for almost a year, now. Herprevious owner moved house and never came back for her and herboyfriend. Her boyfriend died and there she was, cramped, alone,somewhat neglected. We gave her a cage she could stand up in, a littertray, a plastic mug and all the paper she wants to shred and she's themost content bunny there ever was. She's very homey and doesn't feelinclined to leave her cage much. She loves to arrange her belongingsjust so and despises when I come and move things. She believes I haveno taste. I have become very fond of her scathing disapproval, disgust,revulsion, and impatience. I tell cat owners that cats have staff, butrabbits have slaves. If you want to be treated like dirt, I say, get arabbit. :biggrin:
Bonnie has come a long way in her time with me and Kit. She has gonefrom running from any attempt to touch her to presenting herself for abrush. I'm so proud of her. Here's a picture of her:
So that's our history. Here's a more recent picture of Kit just because I'm in love with him.
