Bunny Talk | 5 Truths As A Bunny Mother I Have Come To Accept.

They're cute and cuddly but like with almost everything fun and awesome (looking at you high cal food) the honeymoon period is always bound to end and you're left with the harsh realities that come with being a a responsible adult to two adorable, for the most part, rabbits. 

1. I've reluctantly come to terms with the fact I can never leave a cord unattended in a room with my Rabbits without my undivided supervision. This goes for remotes with rubber buttons, my shoes and any form of paper. That being said they've never really had major interest in cords, I do notice however if I'm in the room with them and there happens to be a cord...they will attempt to chew it. I truly think they do that to be little furry buttholes. 

2. When I move out I already know I'll never have low hanging curtains. If it drapes they destroy it. For the same reason I am unable to let towels or clothes hang on the back of chairs to dry. Nibble marks on the ends of my coat isn't exactly the next trend in haute couture. 

3. I can never eat Coco Puffs or look at them the same way again. The resemblance is far too strong. On a weirder note, people make jewellery and art from Bunny Puffs and I find this, if not, far more disturbing. It belongs in the litterbox, not in your ears. 

4. They are escape artists. At some point in history my Bunnies ancestors made a pact with Houdini, giving them the heart and mind of true escape artists. The house is fairly secure, I'm comforted knowing they wouldn't get outside but they have Houdinied their way into parts of the house they do not belong. The laundry, to enjoy an evening of fine dining on cat food and to tear apart the kitty box. Up the hallway into other bedrooms, to root through things they shouldn't and eat alcoholic hand wipes. And under the fridge, to give me a heart attack when I couldn't find one for 2hours. 

5. All of my clothes are thoughtfully adorned in rabbit fur. I get the best of both worlds. If I'm wearing white, I have Wednesdays Black Hair sprinkled on me. If I wear Black, Mortimers Snow White Hair is too, sprinkled upon thy garments. Any attempts to groom said rabbits results in hours of sulking by the animal and the groomer is left to tend to bite wounds and to vacuum copious amounts of removed fur before the breeze through the backdoor blows the pile into the air, resulting in an indoor shower of rabbit fur, majestically floating around the room, up my nose, in my eyes and into my mouth.  



Gidget xx