Kim&Darren, if you’re looking for an unbunny pet, but don’t want a piggy (I’ve never had one, so I can’t attest to their level of goodness) or a ferret (same there, but they do tend to be somewhat smelly and, well, they do eat small fuzzy things), have you thought about a chinchilla? I’ve been keeping chillas (only one at a time) since I was 8 (I.E., I’ve had two; they live a pretty long time) and they’re really sweet little things. I mean, they’re not as interactive as rabbits because they tend to be a bit shy, but they’re soft as heck and absolutely hysterical to watch hop around and generally be adorable. They’re also very clean; they bathe in volcanic ash and barely smell at all because they pee so little. (They’re from the Andes mountains, so… not big drinkers.) They also have a lot of the same needs as rabbits (in an emergency I have subsititued food for one for the other; I wouldn’t do it for long, but if you’re in a pinch it can a be very useful trick), so for a bunny-mommy there wouldn’t be much of a learning curve. They’re also (occasionally?) hypoallergenic; I wasn’t allergic to my first chinchilla at all (grey, female), but I am a bit sniffly around Baxter, my current chin (white, male). There’s also a big range of personalities; Charlee (first chin) loved being pet but not being held; she had terrible balance and slept in a very proper upright position; she loved raisins more than anything, and I would describe her as being a “common sense” sort of chinchilla. Baxter, on the other hand, is an enormous drama queen. When I first got him, I couldn’t even clean his cage because he refused to come out or be taken out; within under a year he’s become so tame that I can let him play in a chilla-proofed (read: bunny-proofed) room without worry, carry him around while he’s nibbling snacks in my hands, let him sit on my head or shoulders, scratch him under the chin and behind the ears, kiss him, squeeze him, etc. However, he HATES being pet or brushed (his fur sticks directly up, so stroking him is like petting a cat in the wrong direction), loves cereal and crackers MUCH more than normal chinchilla things like raisins, squeaks needlessly if you poke him anywhere behind his neck, sleeps flopped on his side like a rabbit, and often sits at the back of his cage with one paw up on the bars in a perfect “Woe is me, I have been forgotten and no one loves me” position. He even has little black fingernails. He’s my emo chinchilla.
Anyway, now that I’ve given you more information that you could possibly ever want, I shall stop typing.