Nicknames: The Prime Minister, Margaret (only my husband calls him this,) Pumpkin, Mr. T

Motto: "Everything happens for the best, in this best of all possible worlds."

Personality Traits: Thatcher is simply the sweetest bunny on earth. Sunny, friendly, charming, cheerful, inquisitive, happy... he is a neutered chocolate brown Mini-Rex and weighs in at barely more than 4 pounds. Thatcher was born in 2002 and is litterbox trained. He is bonded with Rain.

Thatcher was adopted in early 2006 from the Colorado House Rabbit Society. It was a case of love at first sight on my part. I wasn't looking to adopt any more bunnies. I was perfectly content with the four long-ears I currently have living in my home.

Then one day I went up to the shelter to clean some pens. When I finished, I decided to pet some bunnies. No big deal, I'd done that before. I had met some very sweet bunnies up at the shelter, but not been tempted to take any of them home.

Thatcher was a different story.

I took one look at Thatcher and realized that he was the spitting image of my childhood teddy bear. All rumpled and worn out looking, with missing patches of fur, he looked like he'd been washed and snuggled way too much.

I thought, "How funny, he looks just like Teddy." And then I opened the cage door to see if he would let me pet him. There should have been a drum roll and dramatic lighting effects.

Thatcher hopped straight over to me and licked my nose. He rubbed his head under my chin for a snuggle. He leaned into me for an endless amount of petting. He even smelled like my old teddy bear. Like comfort, happiness, safety, and unconditional love.

And that's all she wrote, folks. My daughters tried to talk sense into me, but it was way past too late.

After Thatcher arrived home, it was quickly clear that he was quite ill. His first check-up visit to the vet revealed he had a huge mass inside his stomach, which turned out to be a large hairball. While undergoing an uncomfortable veterinary exam, having blood drawn, having his stomach prodded, having an x-ray, Thatcher once again showed his unbelievable friendliness by giving the vet and the tech kisses.

He was sick for a few weeks and we were very worried about him, but happily he got all better!

He recently finished a huge molt, in which he lost all his rumpled, worn out looking fur. He is now a sleek, gleaming, dark chocolate brown. He's just unbelievable... he loves to kiss people, he enjoys being held and snuggling, he is my sweet little buddy.

One of his most humorous traits is his unwillingness to leave his condo on his own power. At play-time, Thatcher just looks at the open condo door, then runs up to the top floor of the condo and stands up on his hind legs until I open the top, pick him up, and carry him to the family room.

He knows how to hop back into the condo on his own, because when playtime's over, and I tell him to "Go Home," he runs back inside the condo. So I don't know why he needs the taxi service on the way out, but I must admit I love this little quirk.