bunniesgalore
Alpha Buck
I live in a hovel with poo all over the floor and a bit of wee too. My house smells, it's chewed to bits, I have cables running up and across walls, barriers to sto buns getting places that make my life a constant state of moving things and/or falling over stuff. I'm covered in rabbit hair, on anti-histimines due to rabbit hair, house is chewed, no money as all spent on buns, get scratched and bitten twice daily giving Mills her meds, get bitten when asleep and jumped on by aforementioned Little Miss Millicent, wallpaper torn off, carpets eaten, holes in curtains, have to crawl under bed to hoover wearing damp rubber gloves to collect fur, hoover attacked by aforementioned Mills, search for dandelions in snow, Go out when ill for bunny veg. Can't go out for long or overnight as trust no-one to look after buns. Am pooh obsessed. Mum (who owns my house) very angry with mess, lots of arguments and threats of eviction. Life not that of 'normal' human. BUT wouldn't be without buns for the world. They're the naughtiest creatures EVER but hearing them run about and watching them cuddle makes me feel I've got at least one thing right in life. Wish didn't have to have all the mess and fur but happily live like this as I know Rupert and Mills and those we miss have been happy. If they're happy, I'm happy.