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I’ve been fighting my feelings and trying to take things slow with my new lady. With the mummies I’ve always gone for a treat ’em mean, keep ’em keen kind of attitude, but my girl deserves better than that. She’s a delicate, furry little angel who will get only the best treatment.

The first night she was here I said “hello” through the bars of our separate abodes occasionally, and checked on her when she wasn’t looking to make sure she had everything she needed and wasn’t upset. I was really high up due to our set-up, so I wasn’t too in her face. She settled in perfectly, so the next day the mummies swapped our cages over so we were more level with one another and had a better view. It was great, we could chat a lot more, have a good sniff and wash for each other. She loves it when I do my face, I can tell.

After a few stolen moments through the bars I asked the mummies if maybe we could get a little bit closer outside. I told them that they could stay if they didn’t trust me, and let me know if I was going too fast or overstepped the mark. Luckily, they agreed and we went in my – sorry, OUR – run in the garden. I gave her her space and let her come to me, and then we just hopped around in the sunshine for a while. It was great! We explored a few tunnels – separately, of course; I wouldn’t want to crowd her – checked for escape routes (there weren’t any), and nibbled grass. She can’t half put it away!

We passed each other by a few times pretending not to notice (it’s a rabbit thing), had quite a few sniffs and followed one another about a bit until a rain cloud came and spoilt all our fun, but it was 8 minutes and 50 seconds of bunny bliss.

The next day we met on the landing and did much of the same, except she let me get a bit closer that time. I sniffed her a lot, and she smells wonderful – like hay and nuggets. When she let me get right up close I though I might be well in there, so I summoned up all my courage and went in for a kiss. Denied. I think I was moving a bit too fast, but later on she did give me nosies. It was waaaay different than when the mummies do it. Her nosies rock!

I know she likes me because she sleeps right up against the bars where our cages touch, and she looks for me when I’m out of sight. I can’t let myself think of that as a green light though, I have to respect her. No funny business, no circling and definitely no hair pulling.

We’re going to have a rendezvous on the landing again tomorrow, and if things go well I might invite her into my living room so she can have a sniff under the TV cabinet, and I can show her how to pick just the right time to pee on the sofa and leg it. That’s far more romantic than flowers, and she’d only eat them, right?

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Since Tucker arrived the mummies have been feeling a bit guilty beacause I now have to deal with his wind, his gob and his big ugly head gawping at me through the bars. I couldn’t care less, but I’m not telling them that, as Christmas comes once a week now!

I’ve had a few incidentals which aren’t worth mentioning (I know I sound ungrateful, but it’s true) but check out this little lot!

I got my very own wrecking ball. You know how much I love wrecking stuff.

Let's get wreckin'!

Let’s get wreckin’!

I liked it so much they bought me another wrecking ball!

I can nibble and wreck at the same time!

I can nibble and wreck at the same time!

Then I got this wicked cool tunnel…

On the run!

On the run!

…and look at this! An in-cage, living salad tray!

Obviously it's much better if you tip it out all over the carpet.

Obviously it’s much better if you tip it out all over the carpet.

And let’s not forget the best gift of them all.

You can't see my face because she was snogging it off.

You can’t see my face because she was snogging it off.

I’m going to practice my unhappy face and leave some pet shop tabs open.

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Where did I leave off yesterday? Oh yeah, the mummies not thinking my future happiness was worth a 2 hour round trip. Not cool. Anyway, I started looking at some google images whilst creating my online dating profile, and discovered that, although I stick to my guns and say I’m not choosy, and I’m definitely not shallow, it turns out I have a type: I like ’em hairy!

I found myself drawn to mini lion lops, with their gorgeous face-shape reminiscent of my own, and their laissez-faire attitude to trimming. I told Mummy J, and she got on the job right away, trying to find me a fluffy companion. As luck would have it, there was a breeder with baby girls who would have been ready to go in a week in our area! I was bursting with excitement, and wasn’t sure how I would manage to wait a whole 7 days, but Mummy El said she’d waited for 26 years for Mummy J, so a week’s nothing when you’re looking at a lifetime of happiness.

Mummy J began emailing the breeder, and that’s where it all fell apart. The exchange was so bizarre you couldn’t have scripted it, and it would have been funny if it hadn’t been my heart and my future on the line. Every time Mummy J asked the lady a question she would give a completely random answer, totally unrelated to what was asked! Mummy asked her 3 times if she and Mummy El could come and visit the girls, and eventually she got a 3 word reply (with no punctuation, I might add) “yes of course”. Mummy asked if they could go the next day, and we’re still waiting for her reply now!

After waiting all of Monday evening and Tuesday morning to hear back, Mummy J looked again to see if there were any more lovely ladies for me, and guess what – she found some! And, they were old enough to come home with us right then!

Mummy El phoned the breeder and it just got better and better; they only lived 5 minutes away, we could go and see them that evening, and when I say “we”, I mean we! I could come too! So, my internet date turned into a speed date as I was introduced to the 4 most beautiful girls I have ever seen. Our eyes met, we touched noses, I acted aloof (it’s a rabbit thing), it was all perfect. There were 2 brunettes, a grey and a platinum blonde to choose from, but I just couldn’t decide. I mean, how to you break 3 girls’ hearts? Seeing and meeting me like that, then not being chosen and spending the rest of their lives dwelling on what they could have had, knowing they’ve missed out on a life with me… I couldn’t bear that on my conscience. So I told Mummy El to decide. And she told Mummy J to decide.

I said bye bye to the girls and went back into my carrier; I thought they’d never make a decision, it seemed like forever until I was being popped into the car, and it felt like they were driving home via Scotland – the tension was killing me, I couldn’t wait to see who they’d chosen for me!

I’m pretty sure you’re as excited to see her as I was, so without further ado, may I introduce to you, my beautiful lady love.

My platinum blonde ball of hairy love

My platinum blonde ball of hairy love

Told you she was gorgeous! We’re like the Brad and Angelina of bunnies, except I’m a bit better looking than Brad, obviously. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I should go and do something gentlemanly…

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