Since arriving at Easter, Max has become a part of the family. So much so, that Poss now argues with him like he is people.
Poor thing, no wonder he is confused.
He jumps up on the couch and watches the telly. He rolls on the lounge room rug like a baby. He jumps to the fridge when he is hungry, waiting for someone to feed him.
He sits in front of the glass windows in the lounge, teasing our cat, sitting on the other side. We are sure the cat eyes say “one day little bunny, one day they will leave door open and then you better bounce….”. Max doesn’t care. He rolls his bunny eyes and hops casually away.
In our new house we have a long hallway. He spends a lot of his time out of the cage bouncing the length of it. On more than one occasion he has misjudged his speed and has slammed into the door or the wall at either end. Each time he stands up and shakes his long ears, as he hops on, as if to say “I totally meant that”.
When annoyed, he stamps his feet. Thankfully Poss copes better with this now, but the behaviour is that of a toddler. Demanding and attention seeking.
He is curious, and again like a toddler, he likes to chew odd things.
Earlier in the week, when I was at the ball, I got a text message from Husband asking me if I had remembered to feed Max before I went out. “No”, I texted back.
“So you didn’t feed him the tampons he is eating then?” came the reply. Ummm no.