lolz! ^_^
She’s playing the famous game of, “Ican’tseeyouyoucan’tseemeIcan’tseeyouyoucan’tseemeIcan’tseeyouyoucan’tseeme”…

I’m glad all our windows are too high up to have long curtains the bunnies could disappear under. I would be frantic if that happened. 0_o

What an adorable picture too! ^_^

Aww how cute! A lil rabutt! loving the saying!

I think Honey wants to play hide and seek too – here she is looking for a hiding place!

“Where to hide?”… lol xx

that is so cute…  peeky booo little bunny….I see your fuzzy rabbut….

Mimzy plays this game quite well actually. He is always looking for somewhere to sneak himself into when I’m not looking. And with all the stuffed animals I have, well, it would be hard to tell where he is! 0_o

ROFLMAO!!!
I love that pix! It looks like it should be in a designer magazine for an office or apartment. Like a really serious ad for a board room executive’s decor, only there’s one little thing different….

That put a smile on my face

Adorable!!!

Yes, the perils of being a house rabbit! Jersey scared me just yesterday by hiding. I went out to feed them in the morning and she was missing. I feared I’d find her hiding sick somewhere or worse. She was in the gap between the washing machine and wall behind the x pen panel that is meant to keep her out. Don’t know how long she was there…she couldn’t get herself back out.

I’d made a minor adjustment in my bunny proofing beforehand and of course, she discovered the difference. This is the same rabbit who spent near 24 hrs under a shed outside ( my fault! ) and an unknown amount of time in the bottom of the fridge! She’s been fine everytime but I do hope she has more that 9 lives!

Cute pic of Inkblots fuzzy rabbutt! lol “rabbutt”

hehe, cutee n_n

Jerseygirl, you just invoked terrible memories of when my Mops was missing… this will expose me as a terrible bunny mum.

He was only 5 months old, and I put him on my porch to play. My porch has chicken wire around it and I had been using it for Lint for a while wiithout troubles. Well, that day, I got a phone call from my mother (lives in Europe, phone conversations tend to be lengthy) so I got stuck on the phone for two hours and didn’t watch Mops. When I went out to get him — he was gone. !!!!!!!!My porch is like six feet of the ground and my first thougt was predator bird. I was just so sure he couldn’t have escaped because I checked the wire at the bottom part all the time. Well, I decided to go out into the yard and start searching… keeping in mind that Mops didn’t ever come when called at that age and that it was an hour before dusk would set in.
So I’m putting on my shoes trying to think positive thoughts… when I suddenly see a grey fluff flashing by in my big window that looks out into the front yard. It was Mops in a wild panick just darting off at the speed of light. Now I knew where he was, but how to get him? I went outside and calmly kept calling him, walking slowly toward him. He was inches away from dashing under a parked vehicle, his eyes wide with stress… I did get to him then because he went in between a bunch of shrubs and just froze. It never felt as good as in that moment to hold him, his little heart beating fast from the adventure.

I did find some grey angora hair stuck to the bottom wire on my porch, I guess, I hadn’t checked all the spots thoroughly enough. He had slipped through on the north side of my porch where luckily the yard comes up higher and he fell ‘only’ about 5 feet… he could have gotten killed in so many horrible ways!!!

Oh Petzy how scary…..  REminds me of when Cotton panicked at the park and slipped the body piece of his harness off….. funny they calm right down when you pick them up from such a panick…. I never used that particular harness again…

Laith  awe little Laith….   HE didn’t like going outside to play on the grass ….. the day b4 I had taken him and he flattened out so I quit taking him… only he didn’t know that….     I went to get him to let him out to play in the house and he went and hid his face behind the litterbox in his cage… the rest of him sticking out it was so funny….

HE did that when people came over too….

Gosh I miss that rabbit…. Poor fellow.  Glad I was able to enjoy him and give him a good life in my care while we had our time together.  Cotton missed him when he passed…. HE would look for him all over the living room and the cage too….

This might give you a laugh.
Some time ago, I was trying to put Mimzy back in his night pen after an evening of xpen-er-cise…He suddenly turned sideways in my arms and leaped for the door of his cage, and missed…and fell down on the floor…and slid under the bed…with all the junk I was keeping under there at the time! 0_o
I fell apart, not knowing how I’d get him out of there…it’s only a few feet to the door and no chance of me catching him…I was in a panic. Then *ding* idea! I pulled out his favorite treat, dried blueberries. I called to him and told him the “boo-berries” were here. He was out in a flash and nomming out of my hand. I scooped him up and got him back in his pen. Scared me to death, there were only about a million things he could’ve gotten into that would’ve meant the end for him…or at least a very bad tummy ache.

Your story, Petzy, reminds me of when my favorite cat got outdoors last summer and went missing for a full 12 hours. I was a wreck! I had all sorts of nasty endings imagined for him; things are too wild up here for a little cat with no outdoor experience. I think I dissolved for a good hour when he finally sauntered back into the house in the morning, what a miserable night that was! (Not as miserable for me though as for the hubby, who had let him out the door, let me tell you, he paid for that carelessness!)