This is Becky B. and her bunny. Those of you who read the Comments already know Becky as the Gypsy. Frankly, I don’t know whether she is descended from gypsies or just fancies herself one. I do know she orbits the Crooked Moon (definition provided in first paragraph).
Most people have cats and dogs for pets. Not Becky. She does bunnies. Becky claims that bunnies are very much like cats – great personalities and they are warm and cuddly!! She got her start with a rescue bunny in her neighborhood and it went from there. One of her bunnies, Alexander, spoke French if you can believe it, and was always greeted at the veterinarian’s office with “Bon jour, Alexander!”
Alexander is now in bunny heaven and after his departure, Mr. Becky said, “No more bunnies!” I don’t know how long this lasted but it obviously wasn’t permanent. Their daughter was shopping for dog food at Rupert’s, who, according to Becky, has his own novel.
“Mom, there is the cutest little bunny here! I’ll send a picture to Dad.”
In a few minutes, Mr. Becky walked in with his phone and said, “Look at the picture M just sent.”
Becky tried to explain, “She’s the last bunny there, all the others had been adopted, and she has been alone for weeks.”
“Poor little thing. Well, when you get her, you take care of her!”
And that is how Becky got Enna, the little Scottish bunny, who, of course, told Becky her name.