Flashback Friday

This is an old photo of Me and Rudy. Rudy looks funny because Mom had just given him a hair cut. Mom used to keep angora rabbits. Rudy was her first bunny and my best friend.

My Story - Not Much More to Tell

There isn't much more to tell about how I came to my human family. But I do have a few more baby pictures to show.

I've already introduced Rudy. When he was little he used to live in our basement. This really wasn't so bad because our house was built on the side of a hill. That meant that our basement door opened up into the yard. That side of the basement had big windows and lots of natural light. Mom kept the computer there and the human kids had homeschool there as well.

I had free reign of the house, but Rudy had to spend part of the day and all night in a hutch.

I was very interested in Rudy's hutch. After all, it was a box. It was a really neat see-through box with toys in it, a food bowl, and a water bottle which dripped water. I wanted very badly to go inside to explore.

Oddly, Rudy wasn't the least bit interested in being in there. In fact all he wanted was to get out. And sometimes he did get out. When Mom let him. He was only allowed out when he could be supervised, because even though Mom had rabbit-proofed that part of the basement, she still worried that he might gnaw on something that was dangerous. Dangerous for either him or it.

Everytime Rudy was out I would try to go explore his hutch. Mom always said no. One day, when Mom was cleaning out the tray underneath the hutch, I got in there anyway.




















If you look closely under the hutch you can see a white blob of fluff. That's Rudy. He used to love to crawl under the hutch and tear up the newspaper Mom put under there.

Here is a picture of Rudy and Me playing Binky Ball.
















The rules of Binky Ball are:
1. The human throws the ball
2. The Cat runs after the ball
3. The rabbit binkies and runs around

Sometimes Rudy would run circles around Mom. She called it his "bunny dance."

Mom cried when Rudy went to the Rainbow Bridge. This last picture is of Me next to Rudy's memorial stone.









Of all the rabbits Mom has had, Rudy was my favorite.

My Story - Part 6

Life for Mom and Dad and their human kids went along Catless for quite awhile. It had been months and months since Junior disappeared, but Dad still wasn’t interested in getting another cat. One day Mom suggested they get a rabbit. Dad considered this for awhile and then agreed. So Mom bought Rudy.















Rudy was a white, ruby-eyed French angora, (which is another name for an albino). He was 6 weeks old when Mom got him. He was very friendly, very curious, liked to be petted, and liked to sit in Mom’s lap. He had his own hutch, but he was allowed to run around because rabbits can be litter box trained. They are smart this way like Cats.

Dad like Rudy too and tried to play with him the same way he had played with Junior. But somehow it wasn’t the same.

One day Dad said to Mom, “Rabbits just don’t play like Cats, do they.“ Mom agreed. Dad didn’t say anything for awhile. Then finally he said, “We need another Cat.”

Mom got very excited on the inside, but on the outside she just said calmly, “Well, Mrs. G’s Cat had kittens not too long ago. I’ll ask her about them if you like. “ Dad agreed, so she did.

When Mrs. G’s kittens were old enough, Mrs. G put all six of them into a big cage, put the cage in the back of her suburban, and drove over so that Mom pick one. Dad had to be at work that day, so he gave very specific instructions to Mom for the choosing of their Cat. Dad wanted a boy, and he wanted him to have lots of personality.

Mrs. G’s kittens were beautiful. There were 4 girls and 2 boys. Mom thought the girls were the prettiest. They had beautiful markings and coloring. She was very, very tempted to pick one of them. But since Dad was a recently reformed Cat hater, she decided she’d better pick the one closest to what he asked for.

That left the two boys. A little black kitten with a long tail (Me!) and my brother, a black and white bi-color kitten. Mom watched the two of us play for a long time. We were both very feisty and friendly. As she watched she noticed that my brother liked to hiss. He would hiss whenever my sisters and I pounced on him. He would hiss when we chewed on his feet, tail, or ears. We didn’t mind if he hissed, we didn’t care one bit. We kept right on pouncing and attacking and having great fun. But Mom decided that a hissy-puss might not go over too well with Dad, so she chose Me.



















Next time, I'll tell you what Dad said the first time he saw Me.........

I Have a New Brother

We have had rabbits for as long as I can remember. Until the last time we moved. Mom had to give her last rabbit away so now it is only Me.

This was my brother Rudy:

























We were actually the same age, though he looks bigger than Me. That’s because he was a French angora, so his fur would grow long. He looked funny when he was little because his fur would stick straight out.

This is Rudy hiding from Mom. He didn’t want to go back in his hutch.
















He chewed the corner of an entire stack of computer printer paper. In our house “my rabbit ate my homework” was a valid excuse.

Rudy and I grew up together so we were like brothers.

































I missed Rudy when he gone. Rabbits don’t live as long as Cats.

This is Cricket:















She was already grown up when she came to live with us. She had absolutely no respect for Cats. When I tried to make friends she grunted and charged Me. She would run Me over if I got in her way. So I stayed out of her way.

This is Miss Ivy and Me:















She is furrier because she is an English angora. She and her brother Tibber were polite to Me, but they liked each other better.

I like rabbits because they don’t want the cat food or the kitty treats. They eat things no one else wants, like vegetables and hay.

Now we have no more rabbits. So I decided to adopt a little brother. His name is Obi-Bun Kenobi. He lives on the right side of my blog. You passed him as you scrolled down the screen. He is a virtual little brother, but he is a brother just the same.