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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.
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.
posted by Cricket @ 7:20 PM
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