I know that’s not exactly the right word, but hey, it gets the point across.

We took Mitzi and Mortimer in on Friday morning for their respective spay and neuter surgeries. Mortimer finally started humping (he and Mr. Stuffed Deer have a very special relationship), and we were supposed to check back around now anyway to see if they were old enough, so the vet decided we were probably good to go. They did well and I got the call that they were in recovery around lunch time and I could come get them after work.

Mortimer came home, hopped out of the carrier, sniffed around, and started eating. Today he is MORE ACTIVE than he was before the surgery. He’s always been our timid bunny boy, so I sort of expected him to go flop in the back of the condo and want nothing to do with anything. Nope, he’s been industriously shredding cardboard and taking full advantage of the vet’s order for unlimited food of his choice, in this case banana. He’s eating and pooping just like nothing ever happened. He does NOT like to be fed his pain meds. I don’t think he minds the medicine, but he HATES the syringe. Do you think I could put his dose on his treats to get him to take it without drama?

Poor Mitzi, on the other hand, looks awful. She’s been going back and forth between laying in the litter box and laying on her bed. Clearly she doesn’t feel well at all. She has been eating though, I got her to take some banana and several big basil leaves as well as some butter lettuce. She’s nibbled hay and gotten a drink as well. Not very many poops though, should I be worried about that if she’s still taking in food?

I feel a little guilty about her discomfort, but I told her she’d thank me later when she is neither convinced she’s pregnant when she isn’t, nor barefoot and pregnant at the bunny equivalent of 14. No shotgun bonding in this house, please.