I used to work in a small design studio with about 8 creative people. One day, a coworker found a little white rabbit outside the office, hiding under a car after it had been raining for a couple of days. She brought him in, and he kind of became the office pet.
This was the type of place where people were smoking joints throughout the day, so not exactly an ideal setup for a rabbit. Still, for about three months, everyone sort of helped take care of him. During the day he would free roam the office, and at night he stayed in a large cage outside.
He spent most of his time near my desk. I would bring him fresh greens and herbs, and whenever I got up and walked around, he would follow me from room to room like a little shadow.
We would be in meetings with clients, talking about some big event we were designing, and this little white bunny would just hop into the room. People always got a kick out of it.
Sundays were the worst. No one came in, and I would feel terrible thinking about him out there alone, especially during thunderstorms. No matter how many tarps or plastic sheets I set up, part of his cage would always end up getting wet. It really was not a good situation.
People would also bring dogs into the office. If he was near me, he would jump straight into my lap and bury his head against me for protection. If I was not around, he had chewed a hole under the couch so he could climb up inside it. I would have to pull him out once things settled down. He also bit me multiple times during those months.
As time went on, everyone else kind of stopped paying attention to him, but I got more attached. Around the three month mark, I told my coworkers I was taking him home. They all agreed that at that point he was basically my rabbit anyway.
For a while, I would bring him to the office during the day and take him home at night. Eventually I stopped because the travel was stressing him out. I left that company about six months later.
That was about five years ago.
He is still with me, and honestly he is the best little buddy I could ask for. I do not use a cage. He sleeps under my bed every night and free roams my entire apartment. He has his own area in the living room with a litter box, hay, toys, blankets, and even a little sandbox.
He plays with his ball, watches TV, and sits on a certain mat when he wants to go out onto the screened balcony where I grow herbs just for him.
He has never chewed a cable, baseboard, furniture, nothing. He does not go to the bathroom anywhere he should not. I feel like I completely lucked out after hearing so many horror stories.
He has been a real blessing in my life. I try to keep his stress as low as possible. The only time he goes in a carrier is for his yearly vet visit, and so far he has had zero health issues.
Could not ask for a better little companion.
Edit: His name is Bunnaroo
by CoralSpringsDHead