Didn't think there was much need to put my screen name in the subject there....
So it's a week today since Kit the hare (along with Penny and Bonnie) moved into the new house. I've missed them all so badly. I've been in seventh heaven having them all back with me. Penny showed me just how awful liver treat induced liquid poop is in shagpile carpet (nice work, Mum, let her find and eat half a bag of liver treats then offload her so I have to deal with the mess). Bonnie displayed a hitherto unseen side of her personality, dashing back and forth across the carpet and making sneak attacks on things from underneath the coffee table. And Kit....
It took him a couple of days to actually move. He spent the weekend huddled in a corner staring into space. I could get him to move if I poked him a bit, but mostly he was unresponsive zombiehare. I was a bit worried, but then he slowly came out of his shell-shocked state. I let him out for a run, which was really good for him and brought him out more. Just enough to have him running up and down his cage at 3 in the morning. Took that as a good sign and let him out again. That combined with feeding him raisins burried in hay when we go to bed and giving him a sheet to munch on seems to have settled him down so that we can at least sleep again. Nocturnal animals make cruddy pets.
So he's doing all right, now. He's discovered the joy of adjoining rooms and being able to dive into his cage from either direction. He's been learning about the house and where things are and letting me pat him again. He's even out tonight even though my partner has come home. That's the first time this week he hasn't gone and hid as soon as the boy got home. He's a special needs little guy, which just makes him that much more rewarding when you see he's happy.
Here's to hoping Kivi Tarro and Kit get along. I've been trying to get an enclosure built for the rabbits, but the last quote I got was nearly 4 grand, so it's back to the drawing board. Slow work. And the pool fence is slow as well. I'm always kinda relieved to come home to a dog that hasn't drowned herself. She's quite nimble around the pool, though, and can run through in the dark very comfortably despite failing eyesight and increased clumsiness. I'll be happy when the fence finally goes up, though.