So! My stepsister is twelve, and doesn't live with my dad, step-bitch, and two younger brothers. She and my stepbrother visit every other weekend, and for a couple weeks at a time over the summer. That did not stop her from acquiring a rabbit a year or two ago. Thumper, as she was so cleverly dubbed, was originally bred for meat, but, as the runt of her litter, was given away to my little sister as a pet. Now, nearing two years old, and bred specifically to be a fat, tasty specimen of bunny wabbit, Thumper is quite a bit too large to be trapped constantly in the mid-sized dog crate she calls home.
Now, I love animals. I am a soft-hearted baby who can't watch those animal neglect "In the aaaarms of the angeeelllls" sad puppy commercials without feeling my heart break every time. But I wasn't thrilled to know we'd be getting a rabbit that, most of the time, my sister would not be around to care for. I knew, as is always the case when ANY of my siblings get pets, care of the little critter would fall to me. I was not wrong.
Thumper's cage is just big enough for her to move around in, and has to he cleaned almost every day or she'll be wallowing in her own filth. Which, more often than not, she ends up doing anyway. There are usually towels and such laid down for her to nest cozily, but these inevitably end up soiled and kicked aside.
I've gone from disliking Thumper to pitying her. I'm not home all the time either (I alternate staying a week or two with my mom and dad), but when I am, I let Thumper out of her cage to stretch her legs, make sure she's fed and has fresh water, and occasionally wash the filth out of her fur.
Thumper's a sweet rabbit, if a bit jumpy, and soft and fluffy and gorgeous to boot. I feel terrible that she's subjected to this, and being that she's my sisters pet, I have absolutely no right to speak out against her lack of care. She barely plays with Thumper when she's here, unless she's got a friend over to show off to.
Listening to: Studio Killers "Ode to the bouncer"