We bought our adorable chocolate-coloured bunny a beautiful cage that was large by recommended standards and designed for minimum maintenance. Perfect. As for Marble, he loved to be held and petted. The first trial came when the special odour-free, absorbent shavings were not as absorbent as one would think, and the low maintenance cage leaked pee through the bottom tray and onto the carpet. (Yes, we did put him in our family room where he could look out the patio door, and where he could be with us. Marble was clearly not a basement bunny. And who knew the cage would leak?) After a lot of duct tape and completely dismantling the cage for cleaning several times, I was exhausted with bunny care and not at all convinced I had made the right choice. And to be honest, Marble was not the most entertaining pet. He ate, he slept. He was a lot like a furry rock. Now I realize he was just waiting until I had the whole cage thing figured out. Clearly, he recognized that I could not deal with anything else at the moment if he did not want to go back to the “rabbitry” where he lived in a box in a drafty shed. As it turns out, bunnies love to be litter trained and now we have a litter pan in his cage and there is no mess anywhere. It’s embarrassing how long it took me to find this out. Marble had only been home a few days when we decided his luxury cage was too confining for a bunny, so we bought him a playpen and then another playpen to connect to the first playpen. Now Marble had a space outside of his cage to hop around in and to play with his toys. (Okay, so we bought him a few bunny toys as well.) That, my friends, was the slippery slope leading to the nickname Bad Bunny Marble. The adventure continues next Monday.
