owlsfriend
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When I "rescued" Faye (English Angora) from Chicago, She was 4 years old and hadn't had any contact with other rabbits since she was 8 weeks old. Still intact, she'd never had kits, been a pampered house pet of a pampered, home schooled (read lonely)teenage girl.
The 4 hour car trip did nothing to reduce Faye's stress, but she was a wild-cat when I put her in the pantry. She was the first and only rabbit ever in life to give me pawtie-cuffs, boxing me with both paws when I bent to stroke her. And she BIT me!!! Also scratched like crazy when I tried to turn her on her back. I was not impressed. Eventually, I put her with Ralph, the more dominant of my neutered Satin Angoras and left the couple alone. They worked it out, with Faye the definite BOSS of the hutch. Ralph is such a kind cage-mate, always "protecting" her by placing himself in front of her when I open the cage and blocking me when I want to catch her. (It really is sweet.)
But a week ago, I decided to shear her so her wool could grow in before cold weather. She was blowing coat as it turned out, so I ended up brushing her almost bald, and only clipping a few tufts of her "hula" skirt. The old gal tranced on my lap, right side up, and she's been the sweetest thing ever since, coming to the front of the crate whenever I come to feed, and letting me rub her nose through the bars....
I don't understand why she is suddenly lovable and loving, but I'll take it.
The 4 hour car trip did nothing to reduce Faye's stress, but she was a wild-cat when I put her in the pantry. She was the first and only rabbit ever in life to give me pawtie-cuffs, boxing me with both paws when I bent to stroke her. And she BIT me!!! Also scratched like crazy when I tried to turn her on her back. I was not impressed. Eventually, I put her with Ralph, the more dominant of my neutered Satin Angoras and left the couple alone. They worked it out, with Faye the definite BOSS of the hutch. Ralph is such a kind cage-mate, always "protecting" her by placing himself in front of her when I open the cage and blocking me when I want to catch her. (It really is sweet.)
But a week ago, I decided to shear her so her wool could grow in before cold weather. She was blowing coat as it turned out, so I ended up brushing her almost bald, and only clipping a few tufts of her "hula" skirt. The old gal tranced on my lap, right side up, and she's been the sweetest thing ever since, coming to the front of the crate whenever I come to feed, and letting me rub her nose through the bars....
I don't understand why she is suddenly lovable and loving, but I'll take it.