Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Meet The Kitties: Rabbit

My friends refer to me as "The Crazy Cat Lady".

I maintain that I am not, in fact, a crazy cat lady, I am merely a crazy cat lady in-training.

I have three cats. That I love very much. I talk to them, make up songs about them, 90% of the pictures in my phone are of them, worry about them when I'm out of town, train them, the works.

The first one I'll tell you about today is Rabbit. I call her Bunny, Bunnyguts, Bunnycat, Bunnycatattack, The Great White Panther, ghost and a few other things but mostly Bunny.

I met Bunny when I was walking into Petco to buy some mice for my snakes. Most Petcos work in conjunction with rescues to allow adoptable animals to be displayed and I always stop and take a look. That particular day I see a tiny white kitten with big greenish yellow eyes and a patch of black fur on her head looking terrified. We make eye contact and she meows with all her might, scrunching up her face with the effort it took her to make the sound.

I call this the scrunchy-face-meow. It's very common in kittens.

At that moment, my heart melted and I knew it was meant to be. I immediately began talking to the person in charge of adopting them out and got her story. She was only eight months old and when she was tiny had been rescued from a horrible situation that left her terrified of people and new places. In her time at the rescue she had been adopted out three times and returned because she would not calmly submit to being cuddled and carried right away.

The man agreed to let me try and meet her. When he first opened the door she ran away from him and he wasn't able to catch her. I asked him if he would let me try and he agreed. I put my hand in the cage and just laid it on the ground with my fingers out. It took a few minutes as she smelled me and crept closer until finally she rubbed her cheek against my fingers and flopped herself onto my hand so I could scratch her behind the ear. I scratched and stroked her, keeping an eye out for any signs of distress.

Eventually I was able to pick her up and put her in the carrier so I could take her home. The person checking me out said he would see me in two weeks. That was how long the other homes had taken her before bringing her back.

In all fairness he was right. I was back in two weeks. I bought cat food.

That's how I got Bunny.

The past four years with her have been amazing and I have many more stories to tell about her that are funnier, but I feel like this gives a little insight into the crazy animal that is my Bunnycat.



  1. Ha ha...I have a dog named Rabbit! And I ALSO call her Bunny...too funny!

  2. I'm the same way about my dogs. I was actually a dog convert; I had cats all my life. I have pictures of my dogs in various sleeping poses that I bust out at parties to show people how awesome my dogs are.

    Funny story, I was watching my friends' cat not too long ago and she was in heat. I read online the best solution was a q-tip and hot water. Crazy, huh?

  3. @ Christine - that's awesome! Glad to know Bunny isn't alone in the strange animal name world, hahaha!

    @ Johnny - Ick, that's awful! I would never do that, I would rather they just yowl *cringe*


  4. When I had cats my phone was also full of pics of them, as was my hard drive and any other available form of digital storage!

    Just read through your blog - you make me laugh, and you're craziness is on par with mine :)

    Lady A x

  5. Thanks for reading Lady A, glad I'm not the only one!

    Let our crazy par on *toasts*