It’s been some months now since I began to share my house with a hyperactive house rabbit. There’s been ups, there’s been downs, there’s been wee on the sofa. But most of all it’s been surprising. Surprising how involved the Keith is in what I’m doing.
Keith has moods and phases. At this moment he is god knows where, the spare room probably, because that’s the only room he’s not allowed in. He is deliberately ignoring me, or has forgotten I am here, or just distracted. But anyway he is absent.
Most of the time though he is hopping around my feet, running over my lap, sniffing my face while I’m trying to do something, sitting on the sofa just below where I’m sitting, scratching on the bedroom door because he wants to come in, running laps around the room as fast as he can, attempting to eat or drink whatever I am eating or drinking, “romancing” a stuffed toy rabbit against my leg. Basically, he is IN MY FACE.
I love rabbits, I think they’re the cutest little cute things ever. When I saw the Keith in the petshop, even though I had decided against getting a bunny that day, I knew he was for me. Still, I didn’t expect us to bond quite so strongly. I don’t know what it is, maybe it was when he was ill and I syringe fed him in my arms, maybe it’s his comedy teeth, maybe it’s the fact that he never does what I tell him unless I am holding food, but he and I, we’re family. He’s my little bunny baby, and I’m his bossy human mother, telling him to get off the keyboard, to go sit in his cage, that he’s not getting a green bean until he’s eaten his hay.
When I have a lie in he comes up to the bedroom and plays on the bed. Running back and forth, sniffing me, chewing a book, trying to stick his head in my cup of tea. When I get home from work he runs up and down his cage until I open the door and he hops around my feet for a bit. Okay, maybe the cage bit is not so like a real child…
Still, the Keith and I… That’s a relationship that’s for keeps.
btw, Keith has his own twitter, check him out: www.twitter.com/keithfloydbunny
