Getting settled
The bunnies are still a little skittish around me -- I can't pet them unless they're eating or laying in their cage. I've gotten enough bunny fingers (a "foot flick" that is equivalent to getting flipped off) to set some sort of record. That doesn't stop them from climbing all over me when food is involved, though. Rotten little ingrates.On Saturday, I thought Brinco was going to bite it. He's normally friendly and active, except during his sleepy time in the afternoon. And always ready to eat. But on Saturday morning, he wasn't interested in pellets, veggies, hay, or even craisins. He just sat listlessly in the cage or in the litterbox. Of course, as soon as I wrote to the HRS about whether or not I should take him to a vet, he woke up, groomed, and started in on the remaining pellets, veggies, and hay. The creep. I haven't seen him act all lethargic like that since. Bunnies can get GI stasis from even a few hours without eating something, so that's why I got nervous -- it's not like a dog or cat where you know they're not going to die just from not eating for a day.
Apart from that little scare, the bunnies have been in fine form. Cinnamon chewed a hole in the corner of the cardboard box big enough for her to fit through. She also enjoys eating cardboard. Well, it can't taste any worse than hay.
Cinnamon bit me in a craisin-induced frenzy today, so I called her "Shittamon." I'm the worst bunny owner EVER.
I still love those little brats.
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