I have spoiled him rotten already, with fancy food dishes, a new litter box, and a big cage to have fun and be safe in when I can't be home to watch him. Even if I have to leave the room for more than a few minutes, in his cage he goes, because I get so nervous. Houses have scary things in them.....stairs, electrical cords, toys that can be easily swallowed all over the floor from Baby G's last visit. I am only guessing, but this must be what new mom's feel like with their newborns. Which scares me a bit...if I am so nervous about a baby bunny, what would I be like with a human baby?
Fozzy sleeping. Note his huge foot. He likes to thump it. Hard.
Well, I have been at this computer too long. I have to go check on the baby, and make sure he's not eating a cord or the carpet or something. This is what my life has come to. Staying home on Friday night, to fret about a bunny.