Hello. It’s Belinda.
Today is a special day here at home. It’s my adoption anniversary.
Four years ago, I woke up at the shelter and had no idea what was coming. Meaning my roommate and my life here. She came to an adoption event and didn’t even want to meet other rabbits, just me.
Someday I will write about the shelter and how I lived outside before I was rescued. From the city streets, of all places, with lights on all the time so it’s hard for a rabbit to sleep.
But for now I want to talk about what happened after the shelter. Moving here with my roommate and all the others (foster rabbits, etc.)
You might wonder if I have my own room or office. Yes and no. I sleep in the bottom of the house and come up the steps to the kitchen when I hear the refrigerator door or bags.
There is an English rabbit who lives here but I don’t associate with him. He stays on the top floor mostly, which used to be mine. He also comes down the steps to the TV room but my roommate put fences up so I can’t get in there and to tell you the truth—that’s fine. I have nothing to say to him and vice versa.
Except for the business of my hay stash, which I left on the top floor. My roommate didn’t tell me she was switching us all around because of foster rabbits moving in. I ended up leaving the bedroom without my stash and I still think about it. Wondering if the English rabbit found it.
Back to my room. My boyfriend lives in the basement level too but they stay in a pen. If you wonder why I say “they” it’s because another rabbit lives with him. It’s complicated so I would rather talk about my party.
So, a few days ago, my roommate told me she had news for me.
“Josh from the warehouse is sending you a big box, Belinda.”
I almost wish she hadn’t said anything. Because I was supposed to be working and instead I kept thinking about that box. Wondering what was in it. Every time I woke up I thought I heard the front door and my roommate walking across the ceiling but heavier.
Finally it happened—except there were three boxes.
I watched her unpack them. I simply could not believe it. Josh sent everything.
First-, second- and third-cut timothy. Alfalfa. Oat. Orchard medley. The hay sampler box with four different hays. Gourmet hay in the silver bag.
But also about 15 different snacks and herbal mixes. Hay mangers. Pellets. The apple wood hay feeder toy and the digging toy. A bag of litter and an extra-large litter box.
It was too much. I had to go downstairs for a chew.
Because to tell you the truth, when I remember that I used to sleep under cars and now I have all of this, it makes me want to dig the carpet. If I could work on the corner behind the chair for 10 minutes I would be fine.
You might think I can just order whatever I want because I’m the spokesrabbit. The thing is you have to have some money to click on items like the hay sampler or fancy fruited pine cone chews or the pear blueberry healthy snackers.
Well I don’t have money because I haven’t been paid yet. I think I get paid at the end of the year. In the meantime, I have never eaten so much in my life.
And if the English rabbit finds my hay stash, fine.
Because I have a new friend and his name is Josh.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select