A Tale of Two Bunnies

Life in the burb's is always quiet and peaceful and with the abundance of greenery and chirping birds people like us inevitably feel the urge to go with the procreational flow and expand the family.

Of course the idea of actual children is too scary a thought for my man and I to even contemplate at this point in our lives so we skipped even thinking about that one and went straight on to pets.

At first we thought: lets get a dog! That quickly went out the window though. Between the two of us and our hectic work/play schedules, the poor pup would become a breathing hearthrug far to early on in his life as he somberley awaited the return of his negligent masters so that he could get a bit of a walkies before his meal of dried bread and water. In short, living with us would be a prison sentence and neither of us could live with ourselves if we did that to the poor creature.

The next suggestion was a cat. We both love cats but as Barry is extremely allergic to the little furry felines we couldn't entertain that one either.

At a loss we let the matter lie for a while. Somone suggested birds but I must admit, part of the enjoyment of having pets is the ability to cuddle them and give them love, something I couldn't really see myself doing with a parakeet... plus birds make screeching noises that are far too reminiscent of nails over blackboards for my liking.

It was a few weeks later in the summer of 2006 when the answer to our family desires came hopping along in the form of a rather distinguished gentleman of a rabbit named Sylvester. He is the houseguest (pet is far too beneath his regal nature) of some friends of ours who enjoys lounging about in his cage or in the living room, terrorising the two cats he share the house with and generally just being a lovable cuddly bunny (he also has a rather intimate relationships with six or seven pieces of fluffy plush fruit but we wont go into that as he finds it terribly embarrassing). Sylvester made us think that perhaps a rabbit would be a good addition to the family. They are fairly placid as pets go, they only require a little food once a day and lots of hay and water. Plus they love being in a cage, its their safe haven, so we could safely put him/her in there when we left the house safe in the knowledge that nothing would get destroyed in our absence (yes, we've had a few puppies and kittens in the family).

Feeling very chuffed with ourselves for finally making a decision we headed off to the nearest pet store to seek our new long eared companion.
At the petstore we were presented with two or three bunny litters but it was one cage in particular that immediately drew our interest.
There were only two bunnies in this one, both had floppy ears and had lovely colouring. The female also had a bit of fox-rabbit in her with her cute little mohawk of black hair, whilst the other was a perfect example of a french lop with light brown and white markings.
It was love at first sight with both of them and after giving Barry the doe eyes he smiled and said what I hoped he would: "So I guess we're going home with two kids then?"

Ah what Bliss it was. Two cute little furry balls of joy and all the stuff any bunny needs to feel all happy and contented.

How foolish we were to think it would last...