I have a bunny!
Well, technically I don’t just yet – she has one more vaccination tomorrow, and then I can collect her. Her shelter name is Madonna, but seeing as I’m not comfortable with naming any of my pets after a fifty year old lady who thinks it’s acceptable to prance around in public in a leotard, she will be rechristened ‘Roman’. Because she’ll be roamin’ around the house, y’see. It’s also a Nicky Minaj reference, because my bunny has a big ol’ booty.
I wasn’t planning on getting a big bunny (she’s actually bigger than my poor cat), but here’s what Bunny Shelter Lady said about her:
“She’s an independent girl. We’ve tried to bond her several times, but she doesn’t seem to want anyone else living with her. She just wants to have her own space.”
Lightbulb moment – Roman is me in rabbit form. Sold! She was an absolute bitch to all the other bunnies, then promptly fell in love with my friend Nikki and covered her in licks and smooches. She didn’t seem quite as impressed by me, but I’m sure she’ll change her mind when I present her a cat to eat.