Adventures Continue

Well, the little Willow is hanging in there. She doesn't like her meds, but she is getting them anyway.
She is up to 454g, which is almost a 100 g gain in 3 days. Good for her!

I spent yesterday attacking fruit flies, and scrubbing the bunny room. I have a great homemade spray to kill the buggers that won't harm the bunnies. It burns my nose, but they don't even seem to notice. Just to be safe, I take them out of the room anyway.

Marilyn and Pogo, the two bunnies living in my kitchen tend to take the brunt of the flies.... maybe because Marilyn's poops are beyond gross. Although Willow has attracted quite a following in the bathroom....

Yes, I have rabbits in my kitchen. I have rabbits in every room of my apartment. I had the bathroom clear for a long time, but Willow moved in there when she was declared contagious... So, now, I have no empty room. Cookie and Victor moved into my bedroom in Feb. Cookie got very ill, and I wanted her close to me at all times, so in they came, and they never moved out. Marilyn and Pogo are fosters, in the kitchen, Willow in the bathroom,and then the bunny room is home to Mom, Dad, Joe, Frank, and Harper (another foster) The living room is a common area, where they all come to play when they need time out of their cage. So the living room belongs to all the bunnies..... makes for a busy household.

That's about it for today....

Newest Baby

So Willow is still eating. She's been eating for almost 18 hrs straight. She's gained 5 g. Unfortunately, she has developed mucus in her poop. This is a bad sign for baby bunnies.
Thanks to Zooh Corner Rabbit Rescue, I have almost every bunny drug known. I have a "medicine table" with 3 full drawers. So a quick call to Alex and Sari, and I have the right med and the right dose for such a tiny bunny. Keep your fingers crossed for her! She isn't allowed to have any veggies anymore. Just lots of hay, and pellets, and Critical Care.

My two biggest bunnies, Joe and Frank came out to play this morning. They were unimpressed with such a tiny little bunny. Joe said she wasn't even a decent mouthful, and therefore not worth his time to harrass. This is good, because when Joe decides he doesn't like a newcomer, he will spend hours terrorizing it. Instead, he stole a couple pieces of hay (as though he doesn't have his own litter box full of it) and then he moved on. Frank sniffed at her, and then ran away. 7 lb bunny scared of the 12 oz baby. Nice.

Did I mention that Frank isn't the brightest monkey in the barrel? She gets confused easily. I think this is partially because I gave her a boy name. So the confusion started young. Then, Frank decided that she was a Unicorn Lop. This means one ear up, and one ear down. Now, I have both her parents. Neither are lop. Yet, Frank, well, she might be. Joe is when he's really really tired. Like it's just too much effort to hold up such big ears. Frank gets confused if I rearrange anything. Then it's like a whole new room. Only she assumes that a new room means the old rules might not apply anymore. She then digs, and chews and gets chased by me a lot, til she figures out that the old rules still do apply.

Frank really likes my Bird Of Paradise. She hides under it, she trys to eat it. I think it's some kind of instint to hide under foliage... only she doesn't exactly get hidden...


Off to chase rabbits.

Dumb people

So, my neighbors bought a bunny. They didn't bother to talk to me first about what it takes to raise a rabbit. They bought a tiny baby. Who was far young to be away from it's mom. I spent an hour with them, talking about what they needed to feed it, and such. I thought they were listening. She was with them for the past month. I saw her today. Outside, in a BIRD CAGE. She had no food, no water, nothing. EMPTY Cage. And it 100 degrees outside. She's underweight, and urine stained. Clearly, in bad bad shape. I grabbed her up and brought her into my home. I kissed her, and gave her food, and water and hay, which she gobbled up. I then set her cage up with a dry ground, some hay, some pellets, a water bowl, and a frozen water bottle. I put her in the shade, where there was a breeze. But I was scared to just steal her. They would totally know it was me, and I don't need to piss off my neighbors. Finally, I wrote them a nice, gentle letter, letting them know that I was worried about health, and why I had put these things in the cage. And asked them to please knock on my door if they needed anything.

Well, 45 mins after they got home, they came a knockin' bunny in tow. Guess what. I now have WAY Too Many Bunnies. She's a little girl, maybe 2 months old. She needs some tender loving care right now, but she still loves to be held and petted. Not scared of people at all. I let her out of the bird cage, and she was leaping and dancing all over the couch. Baby Binkys everywhere. I named her Willow. Here are some pics of her.



Feel free to email at cricket@mybunny.org if you are in the LA area, and can give her a good home!

Pictures

Meet Cookie. Just keep your fingers away from her face...



Meet Victor, her loving companion.


And Joe and Frank, Brother and Sister. Frank's the one with White, and who decided at 8 weeks of age that she was half lop...



And finally, for now, Mom and Dad. Dad is Orange and White, Mom is brown. Frank and Joe are perfect mixtures of the two of them.

Rescue

So the first thing I knew about rescue was that I had to get all these bunnies fixed, for 2 reasons. 1. I didn't need them mating in my house. I was full. 2. I didn't want them mating anywhere else, cause I might get the call to come get their babies.... and well, I was full.

The babies were growing, and I was getting desperate. They ate a lot. Food and furniture.


I learned of a place in West LA, called ABC, or Animal Birth Control. I spent a lot of time there... and a lot of $$$.

Everyone got fixed. And then my greetings became more determined. "Wanna bunny?" was everywhere. The school secretary got into it. She found 2 homes. The internet helped too.

Eventually I was left with Momma, Dad, Joe and Frank (who incidentally is a girl) I was madly in love with Joe and Frank, and well, Mom and Dad didn't stand a chance against the cute fuzzy babies, and well, I liked them too. Mom trusted me, totally, from the minute I caught her fuzzy butt. And Dad, well, he didn't hate me... and he loved Mom endlessly. Those 2 can't be out of sight from each other. They throw fits and break things. (I learned this the hard way, and a baby gate lost it's life for it.)

So, to sum up, Cookie, Victor, Mom, Dad, Joe and Frank. I loved them all, and they were all here to stay.

Los Angeles

So here I was, in LA, in Grad School. And I see this email. Silly me, I responded. Long story short, I came home one beautiful Sat afternoon with a Mom, a Dad, and 9 bouncing little baby bunnies. 3 were 5 weeks old. I named them Abbott, Costello, and Charlie (Chaplin) 6 were 1 week old... Joe, Frank, George, Mary, Jack, Jim. I ran out of names by the time I got to the parents. They were named Momma and Dad. (Creative, huh)



Well, this was my first forey into the world of Rabbit Rescue. And boy did I have fun. As the babies grew, I flipped them over, and did my best to seperate boys from girls. Fortunately, I had a great vet, Dr. Knox, looking over my shoulder, and letting me know when I was wrong (which was often)

I had bouncy bunnies everywhere. They lived in my bathroom, and they ate the carpet and the molding. They discovered they could get under my cupboards, and could get stuck there. Fortunately the landlord never noticed the whole I drilled into the cupboards to extract baby bunnies. Some were friendly, others not so. Momma loved me. Dad was suspicious, and counted all the babies everytime I came in the bathroom. Where was I going to steal them away to? Who knows, but Dad checked.

I learned that you could buy hay by the bale. And that was 80lbs of hay. Talk about a bitch to carry up stairs, but these buns ate it all. Not to mention Cookie and Victor, who had been with me for a long time, and were not to thrilled to be sharing. Victor attacked any bunny he could. As the babies grew, they learned that a little baby gate in the bathroom was no real barrier. Joe learned to scale it, Momma chewed through it, George bounded over it. Victor attacked, pulled fur, and Cookie hid.

I suddenly need seperate cages all over my bedroom. Sometimes, it was cause Dad was picking on a baby. Sometimes it was cause a baby knew how to escape, and kept getting attacked.... either way, cages are pricey and I suddenly needed a lot of them. My friends teased me because my greeting became "Wanna a bunny?"

Well, I will tell you more about my "adoption process" later. I need to eat, and bunnies need love.

Introduction

So, I live with many many rabbits. They are taking over my apt, one by one.
It started simply enough. I met a magician, who had bunnies. I liked them, and wanted one of my own. I went to the Colorado Springs Humane Society, where I picked out a cute fuzzy bunny. The shelter workers then talked me out of that bunny, and into Cookie. Cookie is a stunning, grey and white Dutch. She is also a bitch. (I learned that later) She bites. Everyone. She is just plain mean. I call her my Cookie Monster, or Bitchy Bun, or more lately, Ancient Lady, as she is almost 12 years old now. She's been with me for 8 years now, and has traveled across country 6 times. She has lived in Colorado, San Diego, Texas, Michigan and Los Angeles. We have come to an agreement, that she doesn't bite me unless ABSOLUTELY necessary. This doesn't go for anyone else. Them, she can bite for no reason at all.

While in Texas, Cookie found a loving boyfriend, named Victor. He was cute, and fuzzy, and didn't mind when she beat him up, so I brought him home (neutered of course) They have been together for 6 years now. Victor's a chincilla rex, and is a bit plump. I call him Chicken Butt. (He's rather nervous...)

We lived happily for several years, until I got to Los Angeles. My second year here, all hell broke loose. And now, I have too many bunnies. More on that later....