Things are back to normal now and my bedroom is free. As far as everybody else is concerned I've got 'em nicely pinned down.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Back to normal
More visitors so more work for me on the entertainment front. It's all a bit much for this ageing rabbit especially the lack of respect the uninitiated can show regarding the preferences of house bunnies. One of the first-time guests actually tried to pick me up but I niftily shot through his fingers before he had the chance to haul me into the air. The nerve of it but as you know I never hold grudges so I allowed him to give me a decent sized piece of carrot after a minute or two to let him know he was forgiven. That's one thing he learned. Rabbits are ground creatures and hate being waved around like the Union flag. I expect he thought my beautiful lop ears were wings and was trying to get me airborne. Funny things humans and this particular one was from Norway. They probably don't have rabbits in those foreign countries.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Sprouts.
My teatime is a bit miserable at present. Everything has turned white outside so there's no sweet,juicy grass and my parsley and mint are buried under a foot of snow. Just look at my garden.
And who's are these paw prints? Not mine.
My primary care givers can't get the car up the hill and out of the village to get to the supermarket
so I'm having to make do with broccolli stalks and carrot as well as my 22 grams of crunchies and my dried grass. The snag is, they've decided to hide sprout leaves under it all.Ugh! I can't stand the smelly things. I leave them every single time but she still sneaks a leaf in. Tossing my dish as far away as I can when I get to the sprout should be a big enough hint and it's quite a heavy dish but they still haven't got the message.
Still, it's sunbeam time again so I make do with what's on offer and then snooze in the warm patches which is usually just where they want to walk. There's always something a house rabbit can do do make his presence felt and show his displeasure. Roll on spring with it's grassy shoots and Valerian.
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