They frequently die and come back to life. Roman falls asleep on her side with her eyes rolled back in her head and no visible signs of respiration. She first decided to do this on a thirty-eight degree day, and I had a complete panic thinking I’d killed my first ever rabbit in under three weeks.
They don’t mind being picked up, unless it’s by ME. I took Romy to the bunny vet, who calmly lifted her up, prodded her, turned her upside down and crammed medieval torture devices into her mouth. My traitorous little vermin submitted to it like a trained pony.
When they sit up on their hind legs and wash their faces with both paws, it’s THE CUTEST THING IN THE UNIVERSE AND OMG I WANT TO SQUISH YOUR FWUFFY WIDDLE HEAD
They like cats. Well, Roman likes cats. The following exchange takes place every evening while I’m trying to eat dinner and watch Jenna Marbles on Youtube.
Roman: Hey Cat! Look how fast I can run! Hey Cat! I’m going to run up to you as fast as I can, and I bet you think I won’t stop in time! Hey Cat! HEY CAT!
Mini: Piss off.
Roman: Hey Cat! Is this your bed? Look, I’m chewing on it! Hey Cat! I’m totally digging in your bed right now! Hey, look how fast I can run! Hey Cat! CAT! CATCATCATCATCAT!!!
Mini: Seriously, piss the fuck off.
Roman: Hey Cat! Wanna race me to the end of –
Mini: I TOLD YOU TO PISS OFF YOU FLUFFY JERK! *hiss run*
Roman’s been whapped upside the head a couple of times, but they seem to be getting used to each other.