A Portrait of Princess Ivy

Princess Ivy is our newest addition. She is a rabbit, if that wasn't clear.

This is her. She's a rabbit.

At the shelter when we adopted her, the day was so stressful and difficult (it was just after Easter and there were a lot of abandoned rabbits there), that when I misheard a shelter-worker say that her spot-pattern isn't usual for a rabbit and that it's more common in Appaloosa horses, I thought she was saying that Ivy is technically a horse, and I just completely accepted it in order to move on with the adoption.

Not a horse.

Ivy was abandoned twice at the shelter by owners who "didn't have time for her". As a result, she's not that comfortable with humans. She was a little afraid and aggressive at first and would growl at our hands when we tried to pet her. If you've never heard a bunny growl, it's just about the cutest little thing. She wants to kill me! D'awww. Little punim. She'd even pounce a little on our hands. Yiddle wabbit thinks she's a killing machine. Cutie!

She's a princess because the diamond-pattern on her forehead looks like a tiara. It's not that she's a diva... she's more like Princess Merida, Tiny Adventurer of the Apartment on Carroll Street. If there's an inconvenient and annoying space for her to crawl into and proceed to make a lot of noise chewing apart while you stand helplessly listening to her destroy the underside of your couch, she will find it. If there's a window sill that she can comfortably sit on while she attempts to put her mouth against the glass and try to chew the actual window pane for some reason (not the rubbery corners, she just knocks her teeth against the actual smooth pane of glass), she will find a way to get there.

WHY CAN'T I EAT GLASS.

We think she might have been in a home with a dog at some point, because all of her mannerisms are like a dog. She growls when she's playing with the tiny jingly plastic cat-balls that we give her, and she'll sometimes fetch one and bring it back to you. More likely, she'll do this weird bunny-thing where she'll pick up the item that you give to her, and then place it slightly to the left in a very dramatic arc-like gesture. All bunnies do this. You can keep giving her items, and she will just make a neat little pile of those items, slightly to the left. If you ever need a tiny pile of cat toys and balls of paper, she is your lady. Also, if you ever need an imaginary hole dug in a corner... just come to my apartment and yell "Ivy, I need a small pile of things slightly to the left of where you are, and an invisible hole in that corner, STAT!" But she'll probably just run and hide because she doesn't know you, and why are you yelling in her house??

There's also a chance that she was roommates with a piglet at some point, because she oinks at her toys sometimes. Or maybe a bull, because she head-butts me frequently. More likely, she's just a freaky little weirdo bunny.

And she is gonna get you. 

Do you like bunny-related reading material such as this one? Well, then you are in luck because I happen to be writing another bunny-centric blog about rabbit care.

Click on it here: No Fears, Rabbit Ears

Or share it with your bunny-loving friends!
Note: it is almost certainly not illustrated as much as you want it to be. I'm working on that.