Wellingtons and Water-wings

What a palaver this morning. The fridge-freezer where my carrots are kept gave up the ghost during the night and the utility room floor was awash. None of my stuff was wet but my Primary Care Giver seemed a bit over agitated. "How can you sit there calmly doing the crossword while the rabbit is paddling around in wellies and water-wings," she said to M. I wasn't,of course, I was under the kitchen table waiting for the odd cornflake to fall my way. Anyway, I don't wear water-wings. She exaggerates at times.

There was a load of sorting out for me to do when everything was dry. It's easy enough to nudge my bowls back if they get out of line but this was a bigger job. Everything out of place at floor level is my responsiblity.

They were a bit manic after that and before I realised what was happening, they grabbed me, held me down in a half-nelson and started pulling at my loose fur. I didn't grumble, I just flopped out and let them get on with it while I thought about the treat I'd get when they'd finished. When moulting time comes around I have decided to put up and shut up. It's over and done with in no time and I feel less itchy and scratchy afterwards although it can be a bit scary watching the pile of fur grow taller. I hope they leave me a bit to cover my modesty.

The trouble with life with humans is, if it's not moulting time its poop-check time or it's Rearguard time or weighing-in time or injection time. Wild rabbits don't have problems like this and these events are never organised by me. I don't want to be too critical of my family but have you noticed that human beings have a Mendelian trait which precludes them from remembering stuff really important to rabbits? Carrots, bananas, pears, apples, sweetgrass, herbs, dandelion leaves, rose petals and cornflakes. These should be indelibly imprinted on their genes like the colour of their eyes or hair. Why can't they put important things first? After all, I'm not a faddy, fussy, furry person am I?

Harve, please stay away from books or instead of research by an old monk you might come come across a recipe for jugged hare or that certain kind of pie.

And yes, he did grumble!