As part of the life enrichment kick I’m currently attempting, I’ve decided to do something I’ve wanted to do for years.
I’m adopting a cute widdle fuzzy wuzzy bunny wabbit.
Rabbits are a prohibited pet in Queensland, so I spent my girlhood with boring animals like dogs, cats, chooks, cows and skinks, quietly wishing I could have a rabbit or pony or mice, like the kids in the Enid Blyton books. I always told myself when I buy a house, I’ll get a couple of rabbits, a dog, another cat, and plant a vegie patch. And I tell myself I’ll buy a house when I find a job I like better. And I’ll find a job I like better when I’ve saved a bit more money. And I’ll save a bit more money after my 30th birthday trip to Cook Islands. In a nutshell, I’m a ridiculous overthinker and need to learn to live in the ‘now’ occasionally. I’ve spent 29 years preparing for Future Inga, and you know what? Bitch never shows up.
And that’s where Bunny comes in. Bunny is a gift for Now Inga.
Having never owned a bunny rabbit before, I’ve spent the last few months doing stacks of (internet) research so I’m fairly confident I know everything there is to know in theory. Don’t give adult rabbits lucerne hay as it contains too much calcium, don’t pick them up by the ears, don’t let them overheat, watch out for mozzies and foxes. The problem is, when I’m confronted with a bunny in real life, my immediate instinct is to squeal like a tween at a Bieber concert, squish my face into it, tie ribbons on it and cram it in my handbag. I don’t think that’s proper rabbit handling technique. The cat sure doesn’t appreciate it.
So I’ve bought a lovely double storey hutch, a couple of litter trays for when Bunny is loose in the house, some wicker baskets to chew, boxes to play in, citrus wood chips, meadow hay and matching powder blue water and food dishes. All I need is a spare couple of hours on the weekend to drive to the shelter and pick out a second hand rabbit. Everyone I speak to seems to think I’m going a bit overboard with the preparations, but I figure if I’m going to be giving one of Mother Nature’s creatures a home for the rest of its natural life, it’d better be a great home. Although maybe you shouldn’t mention that to my cat, who’s been yowling at the back door for the last thirty minutes while I eat rice crackers and drink tea.