Killer rabbits.

I was listening under the table when the man came to get my Aga ready for chilly days. I always like to listen in when somebody comes. He said he had heard on the TV programme called QI that trappers in very cold countries who tried to get through the winter by living on rabbit meat alone died of malnutrition. Sounds good to me but I wonder where Mr. Fry heard that? Has anyone else heard it

Mind you, I don't think I could live on just grass. One food only wouldn't be very interesting. Even my cousins in the wild manage to find a bit of variety.

I have a small worry at the moment because my favourite things are apple leaves and they are beginning to fall in my garden. Along with my baby greens, sweetheart cabage and, yes Lennie, yummy peaches, I have a wide assortment of stuff to munch. It changes every day so I always look forward to my meals. I hope I don't lose all my apple leaves.

I'm still snoozing quite a lot. Most of the time in fact. My second in command is the same. We are very happy hanging out together.
Got it!!!

The only solution is to pee.

The signs are there. Travel basket with a fresh cuddle blanket inside and my facecloth with a blue bunny on it which smells of me. You can bet your bobtail it's ...............

VETS!

Weigh in, then bottom shave which = being left to look after the house while they go away which = Pauline and Bev which = more treats which = more time to doze during the day instead of that continuous chatter and kisses. Not bad at all.

It's just getting through the scary vet visit and makeover that's the worst and the feeling of complete helplessness when the 'scope is forced into my mouth for a teeth check. The scales are slippy so I can't get a grip for an escape leap. Awful. I'm used to being upside down for a bit while my rear end is dealt with every day so the shave is tolerable.

I was so scared in the waiting room that I peed on my fresh bed and was shaking. J picked me out and cuddled me and whispered in my ears which made things a bit better. Normally I don't like sitting on her lap but at times like this I love it because I know she understands and it makes me feel safe.

To crown it all, I was referred to, yet again, as a geriatric rabbit.

All done, anyway. Best to forget about it and drop a few hints about getting my dish filled up. Hello? Anybody there?