Meet Quicksilver. He's a French Angora rabbit. He's adorable.
The night before my birthday (so on Thursday), my parents told me they were giving me present early. My mom brought in a cardboard box wrapped up, but with the top slightly open, and when I saw it, I jokingly said, "It's a bunny". (It's an ongoing thing in our family that we make an outrageous guess as to what our presents are going to be - I didn't actually think it was a bunny. But then I opened the box and saw all this fluff and a little nose and ears and exclaimed, "IT'S A BUNNY!" Yeah. It was not my most dignified moment.
Our rabbit hutch finally has a permanent tenant! We don't have things entirely sorted out yet, because I apparently have another one still at the farm. I get my pick out of a litter once they're sexed, and I'm pretty sure I'm getting a 'pearl' colored one; very light gray. In the mean time, though, I'm having a blast with my little Quicksilver. And yes, I did name him after this fellow. Because he deserves it. You did not see that coming? *SOBS*