Meet Cecil.

When I was growing up,

we never had dogs or cats.

We had a few goldfish

and a hamster...

{which my brother Charlie stepped on when he was about 5...

I never wanted one again after that tragic accident.}

..but we had bunnies.

LOTS of bunnies.

At one point, there were over thirty rabbits running around our backyard.

I had one I named Edmund.

She would lay on my lap tummy-side-up and I'd stroke her soft fur.

She'd close her eyes and enjoy it.

After a while, my dad would say,

"Okay, we have too many rabbits.

We can keep one or two and the other ones will have to go bye-bye."

So to our intense sadness,

we'd sell them,

give them away,

or let them go free in a park or field nearby.

We just love bunny rabbits.

The tradition of having pet bunnies has not stopped.

My sister Ruth received a bunny on her birthday last year.

Meet Cecil.

{Pronounced See-sill.}

He is an albino bunny with lots of spunk.

He resides in my parent's backyard.

He has a nice roomy cage but he's very intelligent

and gets out every time.

So he just roams around the yard,

lying lazily beneath the grapevines

and tomato plants.

He has a great life.

He is Ruth's baby.

He is so docile he let me take a couple close-ups of him and a few pictures with him.

He is very photogenic.

Can't wait to have my own bunnies.

I need to live in a place with a yard, though.

Who are/have been your favorite pets?