Kobolds are wonderful things. They're very useful, in that they move heavy things, cook, clean, take dead weasels out to the trash, are excellent craft partners, go to bookstores without so much as a whimper of malcontent, keep away unwanted suitors and generally take care of Rabbits in an excellent fashion.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say that we were dating (even Kobold's girlfriend, Jenn is inclined to think so, and is ok with it... which is the scariest part).
Example: We go out on "date nights" on a fairly regular basis. We go naughty-toy shopping together. We eat opposite parts of the oreos... (yes, he's a freak of nature, he only likes the frosting. We have a system worked out. It's all ok) and generally speaking, we keep each other in/out of trouble as much as is possible without too much effort put into it.
Kobolds are all-purpose excellent owners (can't call them pets because, well, I'm the housepet, not him) and though at times can be a bit overprotective and attention-seeking, make for awesome roomies.
Important note: This is not to say Pucks or Joshes are not also good room mates. They would be better if they weren't moving to Arizona, but we'll take what we can get.
But the most wonderful thing about Kobolds is that there is only one.
I don't know just exactly how we'd get more than one (reproduction/procreation is not allowed. Were this to happen, offspring of Rabbit and Kobold would come straight from the womb, be strapped to a plow and "plow good" for the rest of their natural-born lives), but I think it's safe to say that one is just enough.
