Boys Bonding

On days when dear come over to my place for dinner, he would spend some time with Ruby.

First, dear would let the little guy out of his cage, then stroke him gently from the crown of his head down to his back.

In the mean time, Ruby would struggle and attempt to hop away but dear would grasp Ruby firmly with both his hands; one supporting Ruby's bottom, the other supporting Ruby's chest.

The entire cycle repeats when Ruby starts getting out of hand and chewing dear's jeans instead.

For me, I'm not at all worried at how dear handles Ruby, or how Ruby might suddenly get all active and starts hopping around excitedly.

Instead when I see these 2 boys bonding, I squeal with delight deep within me.

Perhaps in the moment, I see a tad of paternal instincts, love, and care.

I smiled to myself and before I could start day-dreaming about our near future, I was interrupted with a "THACK!"

Immediately, I snapped back into reality and saw the rabbit back in the cage with the gate closed shut.

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