My overstuffed chair is no longer stuffed and I replaced the coffee table that no longer had a finish on it. I’ve
come to accept a little destruction in exchange for having free roaming bunnies. I really wouldn’t have it any other way, after all, house rabbits are exactly that,
house rabbits. But now I’ve made a move on
the offense, a chewable chair. Stormy
is my perching bunny even though she’s twelve years old. She’s also the chewer. So, just for you, Stormy, your very own
princess chair!
