My angel bunny Hemingway was a champion eater. The boy never encountered a meal he didn't like. He even enjoyed noshing on things that aren't traditionally food - you know, like Fitzi's tail.
When I was living in my tiny studio apartment with Fitzi and Hem, my grandpa bought me a giant 50-pound bag of rabbit pellets at Farm & Fleet. Since the bunnies only got a few pellets here and there as a treat, I figured the bag would last me until, oh, forever. I cleared out space in my linen closet for the giant bag and hit it out of view.
One day, I couldn't find Hemingway. Keep in mind, we're talking about a 600-square foot apartment and a very round rabbit. I stood in the middle of the room and listened intently. I could hear a very faint munch munch munch sound. Listening even more closely, I traced it to the linen closet and flung open the door.
There sat Hemingway. He must have snuck into the linen closet earlier when I was putting away towels. He had managed to eat through the side of the giant bag of food and crawl right in! He was sitting on top of the 50 pounds of pellets and looked like he would have been content to just stay there until he ate his way to the bottom.
He was not happy to be removed from Food Heaven. Every so often, I would catch him staring wistfully at the door to the linen closet. I imagine he was thinking to himself If only I was taller and had opposable thumbs...Food Heaven would be mine!
1 comments:
Hem, sounds just like my Patchey or formally "Patches" guided and mis-guided by food! I laugh at the sight of Patchey stealing food from his sister, Sweetie and then racing around with it in the air like a victory flag, before fining a quiet spot to munch away till it's all gone! Beautiful post, I have added myself as a follower = take care
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