After she emptied her weekly alfalfa quota, she broke into the supply closet and shredded open a bag for herself. The houseplants suddenly looked quite appetizing, and she scaled furniture to get to them. The day I went grocery shopping she sat in the doorway of the kitchen watching me wash and put away the vegetables. Her eyes locked on my hands, and she'd dive into the crisper as I filled it. I knew she wasn't hungry because she'd just eaten.
Rabbits are such creatures of habit.
At night we'd lay together snuggling and she'd chew on my clothes, my hair, the bed sheets, anything. It was like living with a teenage rabbit again. I tried to put myself in her place, and gave her extra petting and attention to help her through the transition. As time went on, I noticed her rationing her pellets. Instead of gobbling them up in one sitting, she'd have a few left over at the end of the day.