A Very Private Affair

Just look at this. It's a caecotroph or a bunch of caecotrophs, I'm not sure which. Would you believe I am supposed to eat it? There's a lot being said about carbon dioxide emissions and recycling but I'm sorry planet, I can't do it. Look at the size. It's an inch across.

According to the famous rabbit expert Frances Harcourt-Brown, I am supposed to be motivated to clean them up by the smell and stinging feeling as they come out. I can't. It's as simple as that.

I know exactly when I need to use my litter tray for pellets and peeing but I can't get to grips with the soft stuff. As you can see, I left it tidily on my mat as close to my litter as I could. One of them will pop it down the lavatory for me, I do such a lot of things for them after all. We have a very reciprocal relationship, a true bonding. On my terms, naturally.

Before you wrinkle your nose and say,"Yuk," or "What, in the house? How awful" think of dogs and cats. Just take a look at Celia Haddon's cat George, for instance. When George has eaten somebody Celia has to clean up so many piles of sick she doesn't know which pile is which and who caused them. One small clump of veggie caecotrophs a day isn't too bad at all.

Some rabbits have deformed backs or are too fat to reach the necessary place to clean.

Harve isn't as bad as he thinks. I would guess three days out of seven he sorts himself out.I've tried putting it back in the litter tray or showing it to him. He is more than happy to look and sniff. "Yep, that's mine."