I had a rabbit when I was younger too
I called him Zorro because he was all black, except for a white square on his neck. I don't have any photos of him on that computer though.

He really loved his home. We removed the grids from his cage because he didn't like them and was making noise during the night but he never went out, except one time during the night when he falled for some reason and then made a lot of noise for us to help him get back in (his cage was not on the ground). Everytime we tried to play with him he just struggled on the parquet to try to get back in his cage.

Another thing he seemed to like was to be stuck in a towel, like you put him on a towel, you fold it over him then you roll it until he gets wrapped inside. Once there, he was still able to move, he could have tried to get out, but he never did, as if he liked that. So everytime we had to cut his nails, we used a towel so he stopped moving.

My parents gave him to a center for pets when he was 6 because they discovered I was allergic to cats. Yeah, I said "rabbit" at the beginning and "cat" here, that's my parents' logic. At least I didn't see him die.

Quote from: Hayleia on June 15, 2014, 04:31:52 pm

I had a rabbit when I was younger too
I called him Zorro because he was all black, except for a white square on his neck. I don't have any photos of him on that computer though.

He really loved his home. We removed the grids from his cage because he didn't like them and was making noise during the night but he never went out, except one time during the night when he falled for some reason and then made a lot of noise for us to help him get back in (his cage was not on the ground). Everytime we tried to play with him he just struggled on the parquet to try to get back in his cage.

Another thing he seemed to like was to be stuck in a towel, like you put him on a towel, you fold it over him then you roll it until he gets wrapped inside. Once there, he was still able to move, he could have tried to get out, but he never did, as if he liked that. So everytime we had to cut his nails, we used a towel so he stopped moving.

My parents gave him to a center for pets when he was 6 because they discovered I was allergic to cats. Yeah, I said "rabbit" at the beginning and "cat" here, that's my parents' logic. At least I didn't see him die.

I sense nostalgia overload.

My parents gave him to a center for pets when he was 6 because they discovered I was allergic to cats. Yeah, I said "rabbit" at the beginning and "cat" here, that's my parents' logic. At least I didn't see him die.