The Bunny Crisis

So, I’m back. It’s good to back on the ‘net, though being unplugged for 7 days (and bathing myself constantly in hot bubbly water) does wonders for the mind. But now there’s a crisis to be dealt with – a BUNNY crisis.
So, I’m back. It’s good to back on the ‘net, though being unplugged for 7 days (and bathing myself constantly in hot bubbly water) does wonders for the mind.

So, all in all my vacation was GOOD. I played video games almost non-stop, ate junk food, and spent a lot of time in the roman spa. Ahh, bliss.

But now I’m back, and there’s a crisis to be dealt with. A bunny crisis.

Thursday, Amanda called to tell me that some [insert derogatory explative here] neighborhood kids had been throwing, hurting, pulling, pinching, and generally just mis-treating a bunny rabbit in our parking lot. After they left – leaving the rabbit on the ground behind! – she went and “rescued” it. So she asks me, “what do I do?”

First things first – I have her ask around to see if anyone owns a rabbit. She even finds one of the kids that was “playing” with it, and he says (in order):

  1. His mother is asleep and can’t talk to you right now
  2. He does not own a rabbit.

This, of course, is translated from bad Spanish/English.

So, the rabbit is ownerless. And Amanda is an animal lover. So, we now have a pet rabbit.

What the heck am I going to do with a rabbit?

Amanda tried calling some friends of hers to see if any of them wanted a rabbit – no luck. And no one I know wants a rabbit. And I’m not sure if I want to give it to a shelter or a pet store… I dunno why, but I just don’t feel … good about it.

So, until we can find a better home for he/she/it (anyone know how to easily tell the gender of a rabbit? I know how to tell on a guinea pig, but…) the rabbit (alternatively either Gus or Harriet, if it’s male or female, respectively) is staying here.

And since I got back from vacation and downloaded a bunch of pictures from my camera, here are some I took of the rabbit and its temporary dwelling in our kitchen. Enjoy.


Here’s Mr./Mrs. bunny in our livingroom. The bunny is very well behaved, and hasn’t chewed on any wires (yet).


This is the makeshift cage Amanda constructed for the bunny. Its (the cage’s) previous life was as some shelves in my closet for holding my clothes (since Amanda has taken up all other space for clothing in the house).


Here’s the bunny eating. It really likes carrots.

Stay tuned for more updates as the Bunny Crisis continues.

Peace, yo.

UPDATE: You can follow the adventures of Gus and Betsy now on their own blog, The Life and Times of Bunnies!

The Cat and The Pig

So, the other night, my mom is sitting on the couch with George, her Guinea Pig, and along comes Dunkin, her cat. Dunkin decides he wants some “lap time” too, and promptly settles himself down right on George’s rear. A few small pig movements later, and the two are comfortably settled.
So, the other night, my mom is sitting on the couch with George, her Guinea Pig, and along comes Dunkin, her cat. Dunkin decides he wants some “lap time” too, and promptly settles himself down right on George’s rear. A few small pig movements later, and the two are comfortably settled.

Dunkin: “Make room for me!”

George: “What the heck is this cat doing?”

Dunkin: “Ohhhhh yeah.”

George: “Meh… whatever.”

Pets are so cool.