||Two years old|
||Waltham, Massachusetts, USA|
is Trapper. Six pounds of trouble. He chews everything. He's not
yet housebroken (almost, though). He drinks iced water right out of my
glass. He chases the hamsters around when they're in their exercise
balls, and he harasses the guinea pigs whenever they're out for
exercise. Oh, and lately he's been romancing the feather duster and
shredding it. But isn't he cuuuuute? Whenever I walk around the house,
he likes to run alongside and between my feet, and then he darts in
front of me and stops. People tell me he's playing tag, but I think
it's more like "kick the bunny, trip the human". If I stand still, he
just runs circles around me.
Trapper is extremely affectionate, very curious, and very playful. I
often wake up in the middle of the night to find him perched on my
pillows, grooming me or licking my nose, and I always wake up in the
morning to find him on his pad at the foot of the bed, or on the floor
right next to me (under a dangling arm).
Trapper got his name because he was trapped by a licensed trapper at a
park on Trapelo Road here in Waltham. Someone didn't want him anymore,
so they just dumped him off at the park. I hate people like that.
Luckily, someone who cares about animals noticed that he was new to the
park and that he was domesticated, and rescued him (after spending a
couple days chasing him around with a net). He kept Trapper at his home
while he looked for a good home for him, and he finally found me through
my vet after my last rabbit, Q-Tip,
Trapper loves banana yogurt dips, and I have the bandages on my fingers
to prove it (gotta be quick to get one out - he gets really excited).
He knows where I keep them, and he knows to throw the bag at me if he
wants one. Luckily, he doesn't know that he can bite right through the
bag and get one without my help. I hope he never discovers that. I