I have four bunnies. I used to have six. Two of them passed away within 13 months of each other, and no one is over it.
Still, we have four adorable, independent rabbits, all with their own habits and personalities. We even give them their own voices.
Three rabbits have accents – bad ones. Rainbow, our first-ever bunny, has a French accent. He can be dramatic, sassy and only craves the finer things in life. Deep down, he loves with a full heart and just wants to be loved in return. On his own terms.
George is his bonded bunny friend. George has a Scottish accent. I have just assigned this accent to George. George is a large and slender, rather like the strong and silent type. He used to be a fierce individualist, but after years of being on his own, I knew that he was lonely. I was finally able to pair him up with Rainbow without fighting and they have been roomies ever since. George has grown softer, more gentle and very affectionate.
Next, we have Mocha. Mocha has the voice of a small child. He’s the baby of the family, the spoiled baby. He will be 2 years old next month. He’s skittish, shy and stressed! But boy does he love treats and petting. He’s a super snuggler. He is so loved, and he knows it.
Last, but not least, we have Mocha’s housemate, Theodore. Theodore came to us last year, but he’s the oldest, turning 5 next month. He’s distinguished, proper, sophisticated – so we gave him a British accent.
Fred and Pat are no more, but they are still very much a part of the family.
This is our little bunny family. Life is quiet with the pandemic, but we manage to have fun too. Thanks for reading.