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[stellie]

So the last two nights Estrella has slept at the foot of my make-shift bed. She has her trust issues and she has her "Rawr rawr rawr, I bite j00" issues, too. I mean, come on, you would too if you were basically a cage bunny for a year without much interaction.

I've given up one of my favorite shirts and my best blanket for her to sleep on (she chose them, who am I to complain?) -- night before she just stayed in one spot, near my feet. Last night she was all over the place, looking interested in just about everything. Kept hopping onto my face when she was scooting about but, eh, I've had cats do that. No big deal.

So she's been having this "Rawr rawr rawr" thing whenever anyone comes to pet her. Starts grunting and popping her little feet out, snapping her little teeth. Okay, I can handle that. That's not a problem. When she does it with Patricia and April... and anyone else, yeah, that's a bit too much.

Not everyone is as insane as I am -- I go out in search of the feral kittens at the farm, they hiss and spit and bite and claw and I keep going about picking them up. I'm insane :P

But this morning she was a little different. She'd come TO an outstretched hand wanting to get pets and scritches. She saw my hand come out and would literally come from the very end of the pallet to my hand like she never had trust issues before. Kept playing with her, got up and told her it was time to get some water and breakfast. Bent down to pick her up and she snipped at me, I just don't get it.

Oh well. Breakfast and then working on various projects! Tra :D

Comments

[hannie345.livejournal.com]

I think being picked up, or even being grasped before being picked up is very different than being petted. If you just touched her, she might of had a lapse in her little rabbit mind. I think she probably just panicked. I can see how being held by a stranger numerous feet off the ground would be scary. She seems like a very friendly bun waiting to come out.
A rabbit my dad had was terrorized by kids and never really got over it before she died. She wouldn't leave her "home," but over time did grow to like pets--it just took time.

[missmalicious.livejournal.com]

I used to go after the feral kittens, too! Usually as soon as you caught them, you could pet them in such a way that their little backs bowed so that they couldn't get away and then pet them lighter and lighter until you were petting them normally and they were arching against your hand and wouldn't run away. Ahh, good times and a youth cat wrangler! :D

Good luck with the bun bun. Hopefully she'll come around!