G. has been asking for a rabbit for well over a year. For her birthday, we thought a dog would be better...more fun, less poop? But after Violet started her biting phase, and her leash pulling phase and her jumping up phase, G. reminded us that she 'asked for a rabbit'. So, after I saw an ad at the corner store, for someone selling rabbits, we decided to take the plunge. As we were talking about it V. reminded us that she had always wanted a cat and we said she could have one, once we moved to our property...as it would have to be a barn cat, as Erich is allergic.
Yeesh...okay, so here we have ....'Daisy'...I mean 'Mittens'...(name discussions are still on-going)...
Mittens is crazy cute...I have never been a cat person but I really like this cat and she is super easy to care for. She was instantly litter trained (she is way too small to be an outside cat right now...so thanks to Reactine she will be indoors for now) and provides us with endless entertainment as she tries to climb the logs on our house or stalks, then attacks a fly on the floor...or a peice of lint.
And this is 'Timmy' or more recently 'Hopper'....
Hopper is an Angora rabbit, and apparently his coat is spinnable if you mix it with a little wool. You 'harvest' it's hair by just gently pulling on clumps when it gets really long (kind of like when a dog sheds it winter coat). He is very calm and let me cut out a few matted clumps of hair, so I think he would be happy to sit and have his hair thinned.
G. is still getting used to the rabbit's frequent pooping, and picking him up is still a bit difficult as his claws are quite sharp and his feet hopping about as he gets comfortable with us. He is six months old and spent the lat few months in a cage that was way too small for him...I don't think lack of attention or exercise will be a problem here. He has a big dog crate to live in and a fenced run to hop around in...if he ever gets put down that is.
A diary of the projects, hurdles, rewards and family life at we recorded at Wise Acres, our former homestead in Horsefly, BC. (Careers and teenagers have forced us back into the city, at least for a little while.)