At first Zippy was held in a cage. Not during the day, during the day he had the run of the condo, but at night he was locked up.
For a while he didn’t mind and curled up in a box, but it didn’t take long before he wanted to run around at night too. When we didn’t agree, he showed us who was boss and chewed through the netting of his cage.
The case got repaired with thread, but Zippy chewed through the thread. The case got repaired with plastic ziplocks, but even that didn’t keep Zippy in. So, we gave up, if he wanted to run around, we let him run around.
It was too funny. As long as we had parquet floor, we didn’t really hear Zippy’s paws, but once the floor was changed to hardwood, we could hear his every move as his nails went tick tick tick tick on the boards.
Now that his cage was vacant, Mickey and Gabriel went to take a look inside, but Zip didn’t like that and didn’t think twice chasing Gabriel out.
When I read up on bunnies, one man said that he regretted getting a bunny. That his bunny didn’t listen to him and was not affectionate.
I don’t know about his bunny, but Zippy definitely listened. Once he was six months old and was allowed to eat carrots and lettuce, he came racing to the kitchen every time he heard the fridge door opening. If he somehow missed the sound of the door, all I had to do was take a carrot, tap it against the floor and Zippy would come running toward me.
As for being affectionate ... no, bunnies are not as affectionate as cats and dogs, but still, every evening Zippy would come and sit with me for a while. He would jump in the chair and on my lap and would push he nose in the crook of my arm.
He loved being petted and closed his eyes when I rubbed his cheeks.
Now that he’s gone, he is sorely missed, by us and by Holly for who Zippy was a playmate. The first night alone, Holly turned to papa bear for comfort.