The bun finally has a name (I think): Kali, for the Hindu goddess of destruction, the villain in one of my screenplays, and since she looks like my mom’s calico cat. It was honestly the first name I thought of when I got her, but I wasn’t sure if it would fit her personality. It definitely does! She’s been spending a lot of time in “bunny jail” since she’s so destructive and not litterbox trained yet (it’s about 50/50…I may have to get a second litterbox for her for outside of her cage, since she seems to use it no problem when she’s in the cage but then has all kinds of accidents outside of the cage). Here are some more pics, too.

Friends loaned me an x-pen for her since hopefully I’ll only need to use it with her for a couple of weeks. She’s an escape artist, though! She escaped 3 times before I finally got it secure enough (she’d jump over it and land on the couch on the other side…pulling it away from the couch fixed that problem).

This was the first configuration. She also tried to use her tunnel as a step to jump over, but it collapsed under her weight.

And here she is (with my knee) during our nightly floor snuggle bonding time. She climbs all over me, grooms me, nips any exposed skin she can find (why do bunnies always go for love handles?!?!?!) and then binkies all over the place.