Some of my favorite memories of her:
-Her entire mission in life was to hop up on my bed and pee on my pillow. That’s all she ever wanted to do. I would make a wall of folded clothes on the long edge of my bed an open up my foot locker for the top to be the wall on the short edge. That way I could leave the room for a drink and not come back to a wet pillow. Well when I was returning from the kitchen I heard a crash. I ran in to find the lid of my footlocker down. You know like I knew then. I opened up the lid and there was Lazer, looking a little confused as to why the world went dark when she tried to hurdle my footlocker.
-She hated me. She would pee on my bed, she would pee under my bed, she’d pee around my bed. She’d run from me, she’d grunt at me – although she never did swat or bite. However, when my college roommate would come into the room, she’d hop on over to him and periscope up for head pets. He ALWAYS got the women…
-One day my roommie brought his nephew of 8 years old to college and he wanted to see the bunny. For some reason, I instinctively knew that Lazer didn’t like children (she was from a pet shop so probably bad memories). But I took her out, put her on my bed and petted her down and then told him he could pet her between the ears. He did so and she seemed just fine. Sitting there, ears up and looking rather happy. Then the nephew stopped petting her, put his hand down on the bed in front of her and turned his head to see something else. Like a ninja, Lazer’s ears immedately went back, she hunkered down and I could tell a lunge was soon to come. I dove to the bed and caught her before she lept.
-Not a fond memory but something I laugh about now. When I went home, there was an outdoor cat run my mom made for the cats of the house (who were, of course, terrified of my monster) that was basically a fenced in area adjacent to the house. I would put Lazer out there often for fresh air and exercise. Well one day my older brother came home and brought his syberian husky. He came running into the back yard, Lazer took one look at him and then came speeding towards me and actually tried to leap into my arms (she’d do that at the vets all the time). Unfortunately, she forgot about the fence between us and bounced off of it. I grabbed the dog (who thought a live chase toy was the neatest thing!) and walked it around the side of the house so that I could then go get my rabbit.
-The cats. So there’s Lazer running around the house for the first time. She gets under the coffee table and one of the cats come out to see what it is all about. There she is, ears back, bunny loafed and the cat is about 6 inches from her. The cat puts a paw up into the air, over Lazer’s head and then slowly begins to lower it, then pulls it back up, lower it a bit more, pull it back up – like a cartoon slowly sinking into a hot tub. Well the moment that paw brushed her fur, Lazer grunted and lunged and the cat jumped! Unfortunately for the cat, it was also under the coffee table so whack on the head and a dart away. And Lazer just went back to loafing.