What bunnies do best
when we got our pet rabbit, he was just a wee ball of fluff. Happy to be picked up, cuddly and soft.

Inevitably, he didn't stay that way for long.

In the fullness of time, he reached his present size (massive) and in due course, sexual maturity. I can't remember how old he was at the time, but we knew. Oh yes, we knew.

He shagged everything in the garden. Except the cat, who was too fast and too good at climbing.

The kids couldn't leave any toys lying around (which taught them a valuable lesson) or it ended up covered in icky bunny cum.

The final straw, and the one which got the appointment made at the vet, was the tent. Yes, tent. Mucho cheapo tent, not meant for camping (I don't do camping, darling) but just for the girls to play in.

The little furry love god started humping the corner of the tent. I chased him away from it. He moved to the next corner and started humping there. I chased him away. He moved ... well you get the picture. He would not give up on his attempt to become the first mammal to impregnate a blue tent. I ended up grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and putting him back in his cage. Two days later, he went to the vet and had his nuts cut.

I had to take him and pick him up (MrWitch refused to have anything to do with it) and he bore a grudge against me for weeks (the rabbit, not MrWitch). Still, it stopped him humping for rabbitkind, so money well spent.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 24 Apr 2008, 15:37, 1 reply)

You get a click
for the dubious mental image I have from the words 'icky bunny cum'.
(Sundayturkey has the biggest mug of tea, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 20:50, closed)