There’s a new resident at the gobblin manor –Gatsby the bunny! Soak in his lupine lapine majesty! Imagine his satiny fur beneath your fingers! Hear his little huffs and grunts as he nibbles on raw veg!
So far, Gatsby’s favorite pastimes are snarfing and pooping. We’re giving him another day to get used to his new bunny abode before letting him hop around the house at large. Maybe then we’ll start balancing things on his head so as to jumpstart his career as an internet meme. Or maybe he can just live a quiet life of anonymity, munching on fresh cilantro and mustard greens with me.
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ALL HAIL GATSBY, HE’S A GOOD EGG!
You mean a good fetus, don’t you? But he is pretty cute. If you do decide to make him an internet star, good luck beating the hilarious laughing baby in number of viewers.
watches the laughing baby hypnotically
BUNNY!
Isn’t he just the cutest little guy?
Amendment: Amongst his favorite pastimes– peeing on couches!
I prefer Cats myself (I’m hoping to one day own a Sphynx cat), but there is something strangley hypnotic about Bunny’s that make them so adorable. What kind is he?
And you say that you’re letting him go free-range in your house? Interesting, I’ve never known anyone that did that (I’d be too afraid of having him poop everywhere…but apparently the real problem is them peeing on couches).
I don’t trust bunnies. Not since I watched the movie “Hoodwinked”…evil….evil bunny.
He looks a little like Bunicula!
If it’s any consolation, snarfing and pooping is all my cat does. But he’s also a top-notch snuggler, which is how he earns his keep.
Hopefully Gatsby will learn the fine art of snuggling.
So. Cute. Cannot. Look. Away. O_O *squeal*
There are few things quite as contenting as snuggling with a warm, fuzzy creature of your choice.
Dunno if you can train a bunny to use a litter box…might be worth a try though.
Now I feel like cuddling my dogs…
Gatsby’s already pretty well trained with his litterbox. Letting him on the couch just 6 hours after bringing him home from the shelter was probably a bad idea. Today we let him tour the house in full, and he’s been a very great Gatsby indeed, not pooping or peeing at all outside of his box. We have two cats as well, and so far there is zero tension between small purry carnivores and small furry herbivore. At first Gatsby was spooked by cat meows but already he’s pretty chill to the whole thing. Our female cat, Luna, is most suspicious of the bunny. It was funny earlier today as Gatsby chased Luna around the living room, trying to sniff her butt while the confused cat ran away in panic. The boy cat, Chairman Mao, is pretty blasé about the whole thing. In fact, when we first let the bunny out, he gave the new boy a friendly nuzzle!
To answer Kristi’s earlier question, Gatsby is a “Rex” breed — they’re ULTRA-soft.
Bunnies… *laughs nervously and edging away* I have traumatic memories of rabbits. That said…
I’m okay with this because I don’t have to actually be in the same room with it or clean up its poop everyday and it can’t be mean to me. (Scary rabbit flashbacks…) 
Cute…
OMGOSH!!!!!! SO CUTE!
Gobblin, that would have nothing to do with Monty Python: Search for the Holy Grail now would it? Well anyway, he’s not a biter is her, Jake? I’ve always heard from friends with bunnies that they are terrible biters.
I’m suprised you could want anything more than cats. Cats are the best pets in my opinion -once there house-trained. I have a cat that is about 9 years old and I will admit that I might die for this cat. He’s like my adopted son,…if that makes any sense.
He does look just like a speckled egg. A fat, snuggly, twitchy-nosed one!
Maggie: bunnies, just like all companion animals are just as social and nice as their owners put time in to make them. As most people understand cats need socialization, they tend to be treated more as they need to be good friends. Rabbits are less understood (or treated more like meat animals), and so are often not given the right sort of attention to learn that people are chums too.
Gatsby, for whatever reason, is about the sweetest little dude out there. He tries to play with the cats and is pretty chill about exploring the house on his own. He’s nibbled on us a bit, but it’s more like testing things out with this mouth/tongue rather than biting (it doesn’t hurt).
No, actually, my trauma was not Monty Python related. I had a pet bunny wabbit–as the visiting munchkins called it–as did my brother. My sister had two. My brother’s bunny and my sister’s nice one both died of heat stroke–thanks, Mom– leaving my rabbit and the meanest, most sadistic rabbit on the face of the planet.
Well, since the mean rabbit was a girl, my sister decreed that maybe if we bred her it would in prove her tempermate. So we put my boy bunny in the same cage with Columbine (who was ironically named BEFORE the massacre). The result was we had to save my bunny from Columbine before she killed him which I think she would have done with glee! Which was just as well; she’d probably have eaten her babies.
Well, my bunny froze to death the next winter (or something, he died somehow and I’ve mentally blocked it the memory because I was so upset), but Columbine–horrible, vicious Columbine–survived. My sister would bring her indoors to “socialize” her, but Columbine would scratch and bite anyone she could get at. (This was the rabbit who would growl and lunge at people who walked past her cage.)
Eventually, we managed to tear Columbine out of/off of my sister’s arms and hoisted her off on an unsuspecting home-school family. Heheh.
And THAT, my friends, is why I prefer to admire rabbits from a distance.
Thanks for sharing your story, Gobblinize. Its a great read, if a sad memory. I just posted about my own rabbit breeding experience, and it wasn’t nearly as traumatic as yours. I’ve heard about “rabbit death balls,” but fortunately have never seen one myself. And talk about ironic naming — even more chilling.
Well, the worst memories make for the best humorous stories in my experience. (Unless it’s about being hurt REALLY bad; there are sometimes that pain is just not funny.)
I think the coolest rabbit-related thing I ever saw was the komodo dragon being fed at the zoo. They more or less shoved a live rabbit through a doggie door at the opposite side of the cage. It didn’t even have time to register something else was in the cage with it before the dragon got it. I admittedly had nightmares that night, but in the morning I instantly decided I wanted a pet komodo dragon. (This was when we still had Columbine.) For obvious reasons, my parents said no.
I have a funny bunny story too. I went to the Rennaisance fair last year, and while I was there I went to see a show with trained carnivorous birds. At one point, the trainer asked the audience, “Would you like to see us bring out a live rabbit into the ring, and then release this bird to hunt it down, grab it in the air, and peck at its inards?”
I could have sworn the some kids were crying and some kids were cheering. I myself had a wierd thought about Bambi and Thumper scampering along when suddenly a hawk swooped down and grabbed Thumper, and Bambi freaked out, “THUMPER!!!”. I told my friend and she burst out laughing because she had seen a spoof of an early Twilight preview where Edward kills the dear, and somebody voiced over “BAMBI!!!” in the background.
Maggie, I watched that parody too! XD I made one as well, but it wasn’t as funny as that one.
He’s a really cute bunny, and I love the name. The Great Gatsby was one of those books we read in school that I actually enjoyed.
I had a rabbit. We thought it was a girl until it tried to mate with our guinea pig. It always went for the bigger guinea pig that was more rabbit sized than the other skinnier one. After that we found out it was a boy. Fortunately I’d named it ‘Female Bob’ after the girl from Blackadder. We just switched it to Bobby after the… ah… mating incident.