Squirrel Thoughts

For the first few weeks we had Pancake, Zach and I worried that we’d taken in some sort of freak bunny who just sits in her cage all the time, plotting the evil humans’ demise. She refused to leave her cage, despite the door being wide open with a hearty helping of hay resting on it, in an apparently feeble attempt to coax her out.

Deadly red-eyed rabbit ninja bunny will eat you next!

Now, I know you’re supposed to love your animals for who they are, even if they’re not exactly how you want them to be. But damnit, I wanted a bunny that hopped and played around the house and could learn to walk on a leash and would like to some day get dressed up in cute little costumes like Tilly VonTiltenHausen here (just kidding — I would never subject Pancake to that. That rabbit just looks pissed off.)

But the other day, Zach had the brilliant idea that perhaps it was just too difficult, physically, for her to get out of her cage, since she had to go up and over and across the wire door, which hindered any attempts for her to break free.

So on Saturday, we basically just took the top of the cage off, and it took about two minutes for her to figure out that she could hop over the edge and explore the great unknown. Then we revamped her cage so the door opens flat against the floor, so it’s much easier for her to get in and out. And now she’s out there Jerry and she’s lovin’ every minute of it!!!

Look at her go! We’re so proud of our lil Pancake!

Now, if she would just let us pet/hold her so we could run a brush through her scraggly baby fur, maybe she wouldn’t look like such a damn ragamuffin. One step at a time though.