You might know that our humans are members of the tiny local zoo. That means we have guests sometimes. Some stay here for winter, some stay for good.
Buster is way cool. Mom is absolutely in love with him. She has seen quite a few bunnies in her time, I mean she must be like 85 years old or so after all. They also bottle-raised some and she gets all mushy when she's telling us about it. As if it were our fault that we moved in here as perfectly independent highly developed feline masters.
Back to Buster (whose gender was finally confirmed yesterday although he was not happy about being turned over to show off his private bits). Isn't he a good looking dude?
"Maybe I can pretend to be a cat. The color already matches the one on the bag."
Can you tell we are pals? Actually we have been from the very beginning. I'm not used to a bunny being THAT relaxed around me. I wonder if he was a cat in a former life.
By the way, that is just one of Dad's working gloves I dragged down, not someone Buster and I killed off together.
Up there I told you to say Hi to the rats as well? Confused? Yup, I should have been a bit more precise. These are our winter guests, the Fat Sand Rats. No, really, they are called like that, I'm not being mean.
They look like our gerbils, only bigger.
I'd really like to be friends with them as well (there are more than just those two), but for some strange reason I'm not allowed to mingle. Those dudes are cool, too. When Mom opened the cage to take a quick pic, she had to shut it just as quickly because one of them was ready to jump out. It was a close thing! I swear I hear them going Nyanyanya when they wave at me from their balcony.
Spring is back it seems, so they will move out soon. I wonder if they'll be back next winter. I'll welcome them with open arms!