The Bun Life

UNbelievable, THE nerve, the GALL, the UTMOST guts she has. I have never had a more somber day, well maybe when Thumps picked Baby Fwan at the rescue, but other than that, NEVER! I was going out somewhere (nowhere important, I don't have any friends, at least none that will be seen in public with me. Okay, I don't want friends OKAY? Leave me alone and lets get on with the story!) and I always open the door to my apartment and leave it ajar a little while i go get the mail. It is a little vestibule that is carpeted and is shared by a few apartment doors. Anyway, I never even worry about the door being open just a little because the bunnies never even go near the door, EVER, and I mean never, or until now that is.

My neighbor comes out of her apartment, she thinks I am a serial killer or something by the way, mostly because I am a suburban caveman that works from home and goes out to the store at 3 AM. One night when she saw me going out late, she asked me "Where are you going at this time a night?" Holding back from telling her to shut her face, I simply said, "Well, stalking and peeping aren't nine to five jobs are they, hun?" That was the end of the questions, mission accomplished. Anyway, where was I? Oh, I was telling you how the bunnies never come out the door. Okay, well my neighbor comes out to get her mail, and she gives me a grunt or two, and out of nowhere, all I hear is, "Ohhhhhhh Myyyyyy GGGooooooddddd!!! WHO is THIS Lovely thing????"

Yup, you guessed it, Baby Fwan, in the flesh, standing in the hallway. I damn near had a heart attack and would have shooed BF into the apartment, but my neighbor was acting like she had just discovered the six slice toaster for Pete's sake. She was asking me a thousand questions about Baby Fwan. I didn't dare tell her that I had like a whole gaggle of googly bunny rabbits in my apt or I would have never gotten rid of her. Anyway, she was petting her, and telling me how she had a bunch of rabbits when she was in her twenties while she was living with her sister.

Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, it happened, the unthinkable, the unforeseen, the unimaginable, the oh whatever enough already. SHE PICKED HER UP AND HELD HER!!! AND BABY FWAN FELL INTO HER ARMS LIKE IT WAS HER WEDDING NIGHT!! I simply couldn't believe it. For nearly 15 minutes she was holding my dearest wabbit. She looked at me, the neighbor that is, and said, "Why, she doesn't like when you hold her??" I told her that yeah as long as it is not longer than 30 seconds, she loves it. She finally put Baby Fwan down and inside the apartment. I am so mad I think I am gonna make up a fake America's Most Wanted poster of myself and list my crimes as shooting my neighbor, and post it on the bulletin board or something.

Me and Fwan had a long discussion over a few pots of coffee that night. Things got really heated. So much so, that I had to turn on the fan for a little while. Just in case anyone is interested, I am starting a rabbit adoption program. We have one black and white overweight lop/houndstooth mix if anyone is interested. Comes with a couch.