Meet Lexi and Mara. Lexi is the torti and Mara is almost fully black, with a single hair thin white line across her neck. Lexi came to us on her own, being dropped out of a car at 5 weeks of age she was wandering in the fields around our home. One morning she came mewing at the door and nestled herself in our lives and hearts. I had to bottlefeed her the first few weeks, so our bond is really strong. My s.o. calls her my "doggiecat" since she follows me everywhere, comes when called, sits up to get her bowl of food. Because of her troubled start she was really scared of everything outside the familiar, so I decided to get her a helper-cat. Mara is born on a Demeter-farm in our town. The farmers only breed their cats when they know that they will find trusted homes for them or to replace their own mousers (the old ones move in to the home and retire on premises), they are well cared for and socialised with all kinds of animals, people that visit the farm-store, the kids had her already litterboxtrained and all. I told them that I would take the "left over" kitten no-one else wanted. It turned out to be the fully black one no-one else liked. Mara doesn't fear anything and is as bold as bold can be. Within a few weeks they were friends and now, Mara is now 10 months old, they sleep, eat and play together. Like good sisters, they also trow the occiasional hissy fit though.
This is Brandy, Brandy is a adult rescue from a humane society. She was found wandering in the middle of a big city, scared of everything. In the beginning she would have seisurelike attacks when she got scared, but now, at (at least, since she was an adult when we took her in we don't know her age) 11 years and counting, she's a old lady that likes her daily walk in the garden. She's lumpy and bumpy, getting skinnier, but the vet says she's basically in good health, although she's the oldest rabbit he's ever seen in his practice. Her mate, Toulouse, was our first rabbit and lived till the ripe old age of 10 and a half. Now she bunks with our other widowed rabbit, Elsa.
Elsa is living with us since 2009 and now about 7 years old. She came from our neighbour's hobby-farm as a mate for Whiskey, our third rabbit. Whiskey has always been a bit odd, we always suspected that he got dementia at around 7 years of age. He forgot who we were, who Elsa was, and forgot to eat. The vet couldn't find anything though and he passed at the (in our minds young but according to the vet respectable) age of 6 himself. Elsa is named after the lion because she's quite fierce for a little bunny. Whiskey and Toulouse died a few months apart and on a whim I put the little bunnie-widows together. They are really close ever since.