Whilst surfing the internet looking up bunny sites etc, I found this on another site (apologies but I can’t remember what site I copied it from) but it was utterly adorable, and should be self-explanatory. Hopefully it can give some bunny insight but it was soooo cute, the thought of a rabbit writing a letter…..
Communication Gaps and Bridges
By Amy Shapiro
We received the following letters within a week of each other. The first is typical of many requests for advice and information that come in from first-time rabbit-people across the country. Time and space limitations make it impossible for us to answer or publish all these letters individually.
Because the rabbit mentioned in the letter also wrote to us, we felt it was an ideal opportunity to open up the lines of communication between these two parties.
She Said
I am the owner (or ownee) of a 1 1/2 year old Holland Lop buck named Libby. Libby is my first rabbit after being dissatisfied with owning several guinea pigs. I don’t know much about rabbits and have searched for information without much luck. I was happy to discover that your society was available, and I am hoping that I will be able to become part of the society and get a newsletter…
I also have a question about Libby and wonder if anyone else has come across this problem:I have 2 stepkids who visit once or twice a week. They have their own bedroom where for now they sleep on sleeping bags on the floor. I have to be very careful to keep the door closed because each time it’s left open Libby (who has the run of the house most of the time) will leave droppings and pee all over their things. At first we thought it was because Libby was upset that the kids chased him around, because he is trained to only go in his cage or outside and hasn’t gone inside anywhere else, but why does he go in there every chance he gets when they no longer chase him? I need a rabbit psychiatrist!
Otherwise, I just love having a rabbit as a pet and would like to get another type and also want to find out which have the best personalities…
Cathy
He Said
Help! My humans are driving me crazy! Daphne of Oakland spread the word on the rabbit grapevine that you have some people who speak Rabbit at your office, so I’m writing in desperation, searching for a translator.
Could you please tell my human the following: I have not recovered from the misery and terror of being pursued by those small ones who stay here occasionally. I honestly don’t know how long it will be before my heart stops racing at the mere thought of them. There’s nothing more terrifying than an enemy whom you never know when to expect. I’ll have just started to calm down from their previous attack, and the house will have some kind of recognizable routine-please tell her how important routine is for me!!-and then they appear again. How ever am I to establish patterns of my own, such as toilet habits, etc., when my environment is so topsy-turvy and frightening?
Could you also please tell her that I need more than one toilet area in the house. Remind her that I’m not very big, and it’s easier if I don’t have to go too far to get to a litterbox. If she could also put a little handful of hay in each box -well, I’d be thrilled.
Maybe when those small humans come here, she could confine them to a single room, at least until they’re trained. If that’s not possible, could she please confine me to a single room, and not let the little humans into that room until they’re trained? Either way is fine, as long as there’s a sanctuary for me, one that contains my cage, a litterbox or two, my food and water, a few toys, and maybe a cardboard box for extra hiding and security. I hope that’s not asking too much.
I admit I’m very much a creature of habit. I’m at the point now that I’ll mark the little human’s possessions today simply because I did it yesterday. I may need a little help to get free of this habit; I’m sure if I just kept away from their stuff for a month or so, that would do the trick. Now that I think about it, I guess my fear of the little loud humans is partly habit, too.
I don’t know the ways of humans well enough to say what it is they do when they feel nervous and insecure. With us, nothing refreshes our sense of “I live here” more than our own scent. When everything around me is confusing, I’ll leave some droppings or urine to help me feel at home. Sometimes if I do this right at the heart of a place that scares me, it takes away some of the fear.
Maybe they’re having as much trouble understanding me as I am with them. I sense that we at least have in common some of our emotional responses-I can certainly feel their frustration, and it feels familiar. And I can tell they’re trying to communicate, just as I am. Hoping that you and Daphne can bring us together,
Libby