I have just come out of hiding, saved once again by the forest of table and chair legs I use as my haven. Why was I hiding? A signal for poop-check time sent me diving for cover. I can tell things are getting dangerous when they both come into the utility room at food time. If they shut the door behind them there is no escape and I have to suffer being picked up while my, well, my personal bits are inspected. Normally a quick check is all I need but if I have missed a bit at wash and brush up time they might decide to snip a piece of my fur. That's when I complain. We rabbits are supposed to be silent creatures but let me tell you I can grumble and grouse with the best of them. I can sing too, as I hop along when I'm happy which is most of the time. Then I can do a special sort of chortle in my throat when my primary care giver is cuddling me on the floor. It's a sort of purr and you can feel it under my chin, if I let you.
Hello, someone is whistling. That means food. It will be juicy grass at this time of the day. They put it in my hay bowl but I can pick out every single blade without touching anything else. Gotta go.
What a performance! All for a few seconds bottom check. If he anticipates it he sets off round the house like a heat seeking missile and once he is installed under the kitchen table or the piano he is impossible to get at. He would know what distress is if he ever got Flystrike. It will soon be time for an application of Rearguard to prevent this awful problem of flies laying their eggs in rabbit faeces. Because of all his cleaning it makes him a bit off colour for a couple of days but being eaten alive by maggots is unthinkable.
