February 17, 2009

Thought I’d give my keyboard a break today and let the rabbits do some blogging – they’ve been after me for weeks, anyways. So here you go – be advised I’m not responsible for the content of anything they have to say.

My name is Marble Junior. Being the oldest of the bunch (I’m nine, which is considered old for a house rabbit) life these days is pretty much vegging out in my cage area and looking foward to breakfast and dinner with the occasional Nibble Ring treat thrown in. Being elderly, I get a lot of attention from Tracey, and she always spends lots of time with me when she gets home from work. I like that. The years have kinda taken their toll – I can’t see out of my left eye, and my hind legs don’t work as good as they used to, but don’t let that fool you, Sonny. Back in my day I was one fearsome beast! Why, there was no carpet or baseboard that was safe. I chewed everything and loved every minute of it!

I still love hearing the old man tell the tale of spending his Saturdays with a wood block and a pen wrapped in sandpaper trying to remake the baseboard edges I had chewed off, then going to the local Mexican restaurant where he’d walk in the door and have a 28 oz. margarita placed in front of him while the owner would smile and say, “Los Conejos, eh?”. Yessir, I had a reputation back then. And to think, I was considered the runt of the litter. Why, I’ll bet I’m the lone remaining survivor of that whole family. I sure do miss my mom and my dad, but I guess that’s the price you pay for longevity.

Hi I’m Half-Pint, short for “She’s-Just-A-Little-Half-Pint”. The only thing you need to know about me is that I love people and crave attention. During the days I like to look out the window and take naps – Tracey says I squeak when I snore. At night, I can’t wait for Tracey to come home – she always spends a lot of time with me. I sure wish Doug would spend time with me, but he’s always in the other room. I can hear him talking on the phone – sometimes before it gets light and even after it gets dark! And both the same day! Doesn’t sound like much of a life to me.

I live in a nice two-story house with a ramp I can run up and down whenever I’d like, with a good view of Marble Junior, who lives just below me. She’s a very old rabbit. I don’t think she likes me – especially when I rip off pages of a book and throw them down into her cage area! I wonder why she and the other rabbits hate me so much – especially that little new one they just got last summer. Why, every time I’m near her she hisses and lunges at me – it’s a good thing there’s always a cage between us! People think rabbits are cute and cuddly – she’d rip me to shreds! I think the other rabbits must be jealous because of my gentle and trusting nature. Or maybe because my ears go down and theirs go up. Who knows?

My name is Cosmo, short for Cosmopolitan. I think it’s a dumb name but better than the one I had back at that place I shared with all those other rabbits – Cody. I didn’t like that place – we were all in cages with not much room to move around. I like it here much better – why, I can go almost anywhere in the house I like except at night! And even then I don’t have to stay in my cage area. I think they know how little I like cages and prefer the wide open spaces. Me, I like a regimen and I stick to it – being a prey animal, having a solid regimen is key to a long happy life. Wanna hear what my days are like?

At first light, the man of the house open up the gate to the room I share with these two other rabbits. Too bad for them – they’re trapped, while I get to spend the night anywhere in the room I want! Sometimes I hang out in my cage, but most of the time I’ll spread out on the other side of the fence from Marble Junior. Just so she knows who has the run of the room and who doesn’t. Once the gate is open it’s time to eat! I get two Nibble Rings, three Wildberry yogurt treats, then two more Nibble Rings. I like Nibble Rings. The we all get a sliver of banana, and some lettuce and some greens. Once I’m finished eating, I’ll head to a far corner of the house where I’ll stay all day, sometimes until after it gets dark. There I’ll sleep and veg out until supper time, when I head back to my cage room for a few more treats followed by some timothy hay pellets. I like timothy hay pellets. Then, it’s back to the other side of the house where I’ll stay until it’s time to call it a day. Yessir, this is what I call living – I’m the king of the house and no one bothers me. Well… unless I delay heading back to my room at night and the man gets the broom after me. I don’t like the broom.

Hi! My name is Peanut – or at least I think it is. The lady of the house calls me that and she always says it very nice and quietly. The man of the house never calls me that – he either calls me “Little Babe” or “That Little Bitch”. Like, he’ll often say, “Where’s that little bitch now?” Or, “See what that little bitch did today?”. I guess they think I misbehave when all I’m doing is what every normal, well-adjusted adolescent female does. We chew. Like, everything. I have a room all to myself in the house but mostly I like to spend my time under this big bed. It’s been hard to get used to spending time inside the same place all day, but it also feels much safer than the outdoors where I lived last year. I like to eat more than anything because, coming from my background, you never know when your meal is going to be your last. I call it Post-Traumatic Eating Syndrome.

Coming from the out of doors it’s hard for me to trust people and other rabbits. Yes, there are other rabbits in this house. One of them I like – he’s a big white one they call Cosmo. He likes to chase me all over the place whenever he gets a chance, but he can’t catch me. I’m fast! There’s this other rabbit in the house I definitely don’t like: she’s all black and doesn’t look very much like a rabbit to me – her ears hang down. I think she’s dangerous. If I ever get a chance I’m going to teach her a lesson she’ll not soon forget! And there’s this other rabbit who doesn’t seem to care about me much but I don’t like her either. At times I’d like to be more friendly but I just have a hard time trusting people. Even being petted gives me the heebie-jeebies! The lady of the house says I’m getting better at it – and maybe I am – but it sure is tough getting used to these surroundings. The piece of carrot I always get at night after I go back into my cage is my favorite eating time of the day.

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  1. […] at that stage with Marble Junior, our oldest rabbit. She’s 9 1/2 – which for rabbits makes for a pretty damned fine life. Sure they can go as […]

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  2. […] of interesting to see how our rabbits have acted this past week following the passing of Marble Jr. It’s almost like their bunny […]

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