Ana was Dahlin' Daughta's pet rabbit, acquired from a shelter when Mickey was about six. She was a beautiful black smooth-coated creature, a hot-tempered Havana with an unpredictable streak of pure evil.
Ana was litter-box trained except when she wasn't, and ate through electric cords and woodwork like they were her natural diet. Maybe they were her natural diet. Somebody told us to put hot sauce on the woodwork to keep her from eating it. Turns out she really liked hot sauce.
When she wasn't eating the house, Ana was eating its occupants. She'd sidle up like she wanted to make nice, and then lay a chomp on you that required sixteen stitches. Bit me, plenty. Bit the Wee Lad, often. Bit my Lovely and Charming Wife, enough times to remember.
God knows we tried to like this bunny. But next to a rabbit, a tomato looks both intelligent and witty, and whatever reasoning powers Ana may have had were not employed in peace-making endeavors. She only got along with Dahlin' Daughta and, for some reason, Mickey. Bit neither, ever.
We've got a deck with a small fenced area around it, where both MIckey and Ana would enjoy the sunshine. Every now and then, you'd look out to see Mickey saunter by, with Ana hopping along behind him. A little while later, you'd see Ana hop by, trailed by Mickey. Eventually, you'd see them both napping, Ana between Mickey's outstretched front paws.
After about six years, Ana died. A few months later, we got Gus. And you already know how that story comes out.