Friday, March 26, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Square eggs?
Well, to start with, the droppings as he calls them are not done on purpose. They seem to spill a bit when I jump out of my litter tray that's all and secondly this rabbit has a name! Anyway, I make them this way because it is more comfortable for me. Does he ask hens to lay square eggs?Of course he doesn't. How would he get his egg spoon into the corners if eggs were square?
In my opinion it's time my base station was put back in the utility room so I won't get so many complaints. This means the kitchen door would need to be left open for my freedom during the night and it's still a bit chilly in the back porch which they like to shut off in cold weather.
If I complain too much they might decide to get a sleeping cage for me and I wouldn't like that so it's best to suffer all the slings and arrows and pretend I don't understand what they say. I love sleeping under my kitchen table anyway. It's my eventing arena as well as my safe place.
This is my safety zone where I sleep, perfect my jumping skills and keep watch over everything in the kitchen. I'm ashamed of the dust on my table and chair legs but I can't reach very high.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
A hutch is not enough.
Parsley is another member of Viola Rose's family. He is a house rabbit and sits on a chair beside Twigs while she writes her books. When the garden is open he and his partner have a play pen so they can share in the fun.
Keep an eye on Dr. Twigs Way's website for open days if you would like to meet Viola Rose and her family. You can sit in their lovely garden and smell the roses. http://www.twigsway.com/
Thursday, March 04, 2010
Brrrrrr it's still cold
They say it's the damp and draughts rabbits don't like not the cold but to be on the safeside I stay away from them all. Well these experts are always doing research to prove something or other then somebody else pops up and proves the opposite. It's better to stick to my own rules I say. After a bit of firm persuasion my lot soon catch on. They know on chilly evenings I like the fire to myself. If I really stretch out I can keep them away from my warm spot and if J gets in my way I squiggle my way in between her and the fire. To get rid of her completely I just have to find a bit of her and keep licking until it drives her mad and she moves away.
Life with humans is a doddle really if you chose the right kind. That's the hard bit, chosing the right kind. I try not to think about some bunnies freezing to death in their hutches. People should have to pass exams before they are allowed to keep rabbits.