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.