Poor thing. There she sat for the better part of an hour, panting and too scared to do anything but stare at me. She eventually peed on the flooring of the cage, so I had to reach in and put some bedding in. She woke up a bit, but she woke up a LOT when I put some hay in. Hay is a staple of a rabbit’s diet, and for her to be eating was a good sign. I spent yesterday and today taking pictures and trying to keep her and Quigley separated. I borrowed a crate from Petropolis and put some shelves in it, and put the whole thing next to Quigley’s cage. He’s intrigued, but she keeps boxing with him, and he’s scared of her. I’m letting them out in tandem now, so the only get to see each other through the cage bars for now. Later I will let then together, once she seems a bit less apt to hit him. Go to the Bunny Album to see more of both Quigley and Maisie.
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[...] Spontaneously generated kittens Back in April 2003, I had this theory that garbage dumpsters spontaneously generated rabbits. This time, however, the dumpster created a litter of kittens. Here I am, sitting inside when John comes in and says “Heather, I think there’s somehting up with your car.” I’m like “WTF? What’s wrong with it now?” to which he replies “Kittens.” Brightly, I say “Huh?” and turns around to see him standing there with a mewing fuzzy spotted kitten perched on one shoulder. I grab my camera and head out, checking under the car for more. There are none there, so I’m thinking what we have is just a very adventurous young one out for a stroll. Then, we hear more mewing up the road.. by the dumpster! Another black kitten comes out from behind the can, and we hear more a bit of a ways off. A Korean couple has two more. They’re like “We no keep! You take!” So here I am, trying to juggle four squirming kittens in my arms, wondering what the hell to do with them. I plop them in the bathtub while John’s out looking for any more. I remember we had the KMR leftover from the found wild bunny, so I mix some up in a bottle. They are so hungry that they all jump the bottle and my hand, so I opted for a plate of the stuff instead. It worked rather well. They filled themselves up while I did some age research (they’re about 2-3 weeks old) and called the Athens Area Humane Society. They called me back at around 1pm, saying that they can’t take anything under 8 weeks, but they gave me another person to try: Meows without Moms. There’s no phone number, but hopefully they’ll get my e-mail soon. Views(1) [...]