We have a rabbit at home. He is called, quite naturally Bunny. We got him by accident.
We already had a tortoise, which is a very low maintenance pet, as in it eats and sleeps in hidden corners and does its things out of sight. We call it (we don’t know its gender) Tooky 2. 2, because this was our second tortoise. The earlier one was called simply Tooky. It was the sprightliest and restless tortoise I have ever seen. We used to leave it around in the house and it would roam around nooks and crannies exploring things. One day when we were having a siesta, it climbed right on top of me without me feeling a thing. Since it was a curious one, it found an open door one day and made a run for it. It was never seen again.
So hoping that our second one will turn out like Tooky 1, we got another tortoise. This one was a total disappointment. It doesn’t move around. If we leave it alone, it will go into one corner and stays there for hours altogether, until we take it out for feeding. Tooky 1 used to eat out hands. Tooky 2 is very shy.
We needed something more energetic. This was the accident.
We just went out for a ride and passed a row of pet shops. My wife instantly fell in love with one chestnut coloured rabbit who was sitting nonchalantly a bit away from others, who were clambering on one another to get to a small bowl of food. I was totally opposed to having rabbits as a pet. I have grown up with dogs and I know they can be disciplined and they show affection and respond to simple commands. But rabbits I thought were dumb animals grown mostly for food here in Kerala, they smell a lot and create a lot of waste. I could not convince my wife, since she was already in love.
Anyway we brought it home. Initially we thought it’s a girl bunny and used to refer her as such. First few days went in experimenting and searching the net about rearing bunnies. Finally by trial and error we came to know that she loves cabbage, carrots and grass. Initially we kept her in a large cardboard carton, which she promptly started jumping out of. She loved marking her territory, in and around the house using both liquids and solids at her disposal. Liquids we used to clean up quickly as it would start smelling, but solids were slightly difficult as they have a tendency to roll and get into unreachable corners.
Bunny was cute but was difficult to love as she didn’t respond to us like a dog or a cat does. She will sleep and eat. If you let her out she will make a beeline for the most chewable objects like wires, hanging linen etc. Then she will go around decorating the house. I hated her initially, chewing the modem wire, mouse wire, mobile charger wires and then I found that my wife will not clean up after her, so that came on my head too.
She was growing bigger and was regularly out of her cardboard box. We thought she needed some containment and brought her a large cage which was padded with old newspapers and wherein she could lie and eat and use one corner as a toilet. This was a very comfortable arrangement for us. She could not get out and all her waste was collected in the cage which we used to clean up once a day.
One day my wife decided that she was smelling quite bad and decided to give her a bath. The moment she got wet, she revealed her true identity and turned into a boy rabbit. All this while her (now his) secrets were hidden under his dense undercoat.
This came as quite a shock to us but we decided to continue with the name Bunny.
So that is how Bunny was revealed; in a bath.
Bunny has been with us now far the last 6 months and over the period he has grown on me and changed all my perceptions about rabbits. Of course they are not likes dogs or cats, but they are smart and engaging in their own way. They are highly gregarious hence they love company and hate to be left alone, except when they wants to eat or sleep.
Bunny stays in his cage most of time, eating and sleeping, except in the evenings when he is let out in the yard to get some fresh air. Yard is his favourite place where he loves to jump around and frolic for no apparent reason. He also loves to nibble at different plants that grow in the yard. Other time he is let out is after we have had our dinner. Rabbits are the worst beggars, even worse than dogs. We cannot eat in peace if he is out at that time.
He just loves to run around the place with a few high and long jumps thrown in between. His favourite game is to jump over me, climb up, give a little bite, a little scratch and run before I can catch him. He can repeat this ad-nauseum, unless I catch him and start stroking his ears
He loves to be stroked and groomed, especially on the ears and the jowl. He loses control and goes into a virtual trance when we do this. He is very fair when it comes to mutual grooming. He can almost time it to perfection. If I stroke him for 2 mins, he will lick back my hand for almost 2 mins exactly, and then he will become restless again for more stroking. He has a very small and very hot tongue, which he uses liberally, though he does not slobber like a dog, neither is he rough as a cat. He will intersperse his licks with small nips here and there.
After all the grooming and biting is over he loves to just lie by my side with his back comfortably resting against me. He does this only with me and not my wife. Probably because I feed him and rarely chase him away from the kitchen.
He has also developed good toilet habits. Once out of the cage he will go straight to his bathroom and do his things in one corner and come out. I was surprised at the sheer amount of urine this 1.5 Kg being can carry. Sometimes he will get into his ‘marking rage’ and will try to make his marks by dropping little puddles everywhere, especially where we sit. But I forgive him his rages, for the sheer joy of watching him do his things, eating, sleeping, jumping around, grooming himself or just plain lying around. There is so much innocence and gentleness about him. His eyes are his most attractive feature, all round, deep and soulful.
Of course he is very soft and very warm, which make him all the more loveable. He hates to be picked up. He is I think afraid of the heights or the vertigo that he experiences when I put him down.
He is fastidiously groomed. Even though he sleeps near his own pee and potty, he never smells bad. He will spend hours licking himself thoroughly, even his ears. He will lick his paw to make them wet and then roll them over his ears.
The joy of having Bunny is watching him, more than cuddling or petting him. He does not obey, he does not sit or roll when we tell him to. Sometimes he pees whenever he wants, wherever he wants. He plays when he wants, rests when he wants, but there is an air of dignity about him, with which goes about his business of life, an air of superiority by which he has accepted us as part of his burrow.
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