Well, no other humans, but I have 9 bunnies sharing in and outdoor space. Ester, Queen of the House is my senior. She was found hopping a street in Gueneville CA 4 1/2 years ago.
She came to live with me 3 years ago when I moved here on the hill. She's wishing I would stop typing and pet her right now, as a matter of fact. Spoiled rotten and loving it. When I went to pick her up, she was in a cage (open door) dead center in the middle of an empty laundry room-- cement all around. A fake wooden carrot to keep her company.

My heart flew to her and I landed on my belly in front of the open door. She hopped out and we touched noses, then she hopped back in. I mentally told her, Honey, you outta here!!

When we got home, I just opened the carrier on the floor and let her be on her own time. WELL, my house is only 20x20 with a 6x8 kickout for the bathroom.... BUT I am a Gemini, ie: a collector so there's lotsa stuff.... Ester spent the next 8 hours exploring every nook and cranny she could get her nose into.
Free at last, free at last, she just soaked it up.

Finally, she hopped up the bunny steps to join me on my bed. She butted her head under the palm of my right hand, demanding to be petted, and pretty much passed out. She hasn't been in a cage since. She's the Queen.