Last week I went to adopt a BUNNY. After a beautiful drive west, I found myself at the headquarters of Animal Craze Traveling Petting Zoo. Tonya, the kind proprietor, had agreed to sell me one from her stock. After perusing the contents of a few hutches (and trying to avoid bonding with any pigs, llamas or goats running around… aahhh, goats!), I found myself with two wonderful, incomparable options:
After a begrudging concession from my husband over the phone, I chose… BOTH!
This is the photo I texted him before heading home, modeled after this “Crazy Cat Lady Starter Kit.” (He said it’s too late for me to *start,* if you know what I mean.)
Q: After all, what’s better than a bunny?
A: Two Bunnies! [18 seconds]:
Yes the kids love it:
The dollhouse I picked up from the Cambridge Kids Clothing Exchange. (Old wooden dollhouse: $0. New bunny habitat: Priceless!) I sawed open the doorways so they’d be big enough for bunny butts.
The cats like it too:
The only problem is that FLUFF has seemed to be getting kind of, er, ROTUND. When I bought her, Farmer Tonya palpated her tummy saying, “I don’t think she’s pregnant.” They are both girls by the way; easier to manage, and technically can’t *become* pregnant. I got it in my head this week that she WAS. So I did research, felt her up a lot, and suspected that either, a) She has indeed been a *Naughty Bunny*, or 2) I’m paranoid.
Then yesterday I finally decided she wasn’t really pregnant and it was just some delusional fantasy, until… (STAY TUNED!)