anothersam
SMIDSMe
- Location
- Far East Sussex
A rabbit. In our house. Completely unexpected until about 5 years ago, when after years of enjoying their company just outside,
Aren’t you going to invite me in?
we went from warily entertaining the idea to making it happen.
That’s right, he came from a garden centre. Somebody had a sense of humour.
He spent his first year part free range, meaning at night and whenever we weren’t around (we're usually around, and he takes a 9 to 5 siesta anyway), he went into a large pen I’d built in the home office; but he was otherwise at liberty to go pretty much wherever he fancied.
When we were confident he could be trusted, I dismantled the pen and that was that: he became a normal member of our small family, except for annual shots for myxomatosis and haemorrhagic horrors, his fondness for hay,
his habit of hopping onto windowsills
and presenting himself for grooming,
being weighed on a kitchen scale,
his use of a litter tray, and a few other items it isn't worth quibbling over.
Although I’d grown up with various small creatures and a medium large one (RIP Mandy ),
I’ve never loved an animal the way I love him. He is, in short,
To be continued
Aren’t you going to invite me in?
we went from warily entertaining the idea to making it happen.
That’s right, he came from a garden centre. Somebody had a sense of humour.
He spent his first year part free range, meaning at night and whenever we weren’t around (we're usually around, and he takes a 9 to 5 siesta anyway), he went into a large pen I’d built in the home office; but he was otherwise at liberty to go pretty much wherever he fancied.
When we were confident he could be trusted, I dismantled the pen and that was that: he became a normal member of our small family, except for annual shots for myxomatosis and haemorrhagic horrors, his fondness for hay,
his habit of hopping onto windowsills
and presenting himself for grooming,
being weighed on a kitchen scale,
his use of a litter tray, and a few other items it isn't worth quibbling over.
Although I’d grown up with various small creatures and a medium large one (RIP Mandy ),
I’ve never loved an animal the way I love him. He is, in short,
To be continued
