i borrowed my mom's video camera in the hopes of catching little bunny N's wheezing fits on film, as he would not perform nicely for dr uncle b when he was toted off to the clinic. i have had the camera for about a week. every time i sit down in the living room, i put the camera in hand, poised to capture one of these choking-sneezing episodes when he bursts into them because he has taken to doing them in extended sequence, sometimes for a minute at a time - i know because every time he starts up, my momma instincts go all squeezy and i am locked in a paroxysm of fear that my baby is about to die. sixty seconds is a rather long time to hold one's breath in anxiety.
since i brought the camera home and charged it up, he has not offered one single fit. he coughs once, maybe twice if it takes me that long to grab the camera, then stops and blissfully goes back to twitching his little nose.
if i thought this were a sign of improvement, i would be delighted. in reality, i think it is just a sign that he has no intentions of co-operating with me. last time he co-operated, after all, he was given a needle and had a tumour sliced off his hind end. fool me once, shame on me; fool me twice, well, you know.
i sat in front of the cage with the camera on tonight, determined to catch his wheezy fit on film come hell or high water. if i just sit for a few minutes, it's bound to happen.
twenty minutes later, i'm nodding off on the floor and i have been filming the antics of the other rabbits in the other cage on the other side of the room, because bunny N has got nothing to offer.
i turn the camera off, take the water bottles to the kitchen to be filled, tuck everyone in, and turn off the lights.
and of course, on my way out of the room, i hear him go at it full force.
smart ass.