Rabbits

Sampras Maximus.

That is his full name. Huge Eyes. Covered in black fur, with one white leg and a white sock of fur on another.

You see, back in Wicklow, we had Cats. Lots of ‘em. Great animals. You can play with them all day and they are pretty damn smart as well. Two of them worked together and managed to figure our how to open the porch door (One got on it’s back, and clawed the bottom. The other clawed the side of the spring-based barrier).

Rabbits though, I never actually thought they would make an affectionate pet. However, in the words of Master Yoda – “Surprised, indeed was I.” The little bugger flies all over the place. He will sit there for ages just being petted or tear around the couch at, and I mean this, a phe-nomenal speed.

But, it’s when he is just lying there in your arms. Looking up at you. Nudging at you. Standing on his hind legs and staring into your eyes.

It makes me realise how smart rabbits can be, how much more than a docile, stupid bunny he is.

We wanted a pet, something to care for. We couldn’t get a dog or a cat, due to the fact we lived in an apartment. But the Pet shop said a Rabbit would be fine for those surroundings.

Kinda glad we went for him. He adds a lot to the place. But deep down, I think there is a lot to be said when you try to cross the divide with animals, and when they depend on you.