Cut and blo dry.

There's one thing about going to the vet, you realise you are not the only one with problems. Mine was the usual one this time, the rear end shave. It took ages because they chatted about all kinds of things instead of just getting on with the job and getting it over. I lay there in the most ungainly and unmanly position while they discussed new web sites and how to take a cat's blood pressure instead of concentrating on me. My skin around that area is tissue paper thin and needs very delicate handling. I was very impressed with Cleo the cat who was in the waiting room with me. She made a huge fuss and palava in her carrying cage to let everybody know how much she objected to being there. She shredded her newspaper bedding and spread it all over the place. I knew just how she felt.

She is nearly nineteen so is very experienced at showing her displeasure. Her human mum just smiled and said, "She always does that when she comes here." Of course she does. How else can she explain she isn't happy and wants to go home.
I'm going to practice my shredding technique today.

Not good news

There's going to be a new vaccine for me later this year. They have combined my myxie jab with the VHD so it will protect me from both horrible diseases.
The trouble is, I don't have the VHD vaccination because it makes me quite poorly. I used to get a very high temperature which lasted for days and I didn't feel like eating or drinking and everybody was worried. My vet said because there was no VHD close to us and as I'm a house rabbit I didn't need to have it until he knew the disease was coming to my area then he would let us know. Anyway, I won't have a choice from now on. I expect they will take good care of me so I'm not going to worry until it happens.

I'm making a list of special treats to have if I'm not very well. Mashed banana with sugar will be number one then maybe crunchie nut cornflakes and then digestive biscuits. I bet they won't let me have them, because they'll say it will be bad for my teeth but I can dream.One thing's for sure, I will get a bedtime story about my favourite Tom Kitten.

It's a rabbit!

The day isn't going well. Here I am,just getting ready for my afternoon snooze when some people come to the house to collect things for a raffle. They haven't been before and they spot me under the table.
"Oh, look, it's a rabbit!"

"Yes," agrees J. She's heard this before.

"That's unusual isn't it? A rabbit in the house. Where does it live?" (IT?)

"He's a house rabbit. He lives wherever he wants to."

They are country people and still don't understand so she explains again."He lives like a cat."

"Doesn't he run away when the door's open?"

"No, he doesn't like going out much unless we're gardening, then he might. If it's warm."

I think the penny is beginning to drop but they keep on digging.

"Um, doesn't he make a mess? You know, rabbits do don't they?"

J tries again."He has a litter tray, like a cat. Sometimes there are bits about the place.

This is getting personal so I turn my back, flop out, yawn and close my eyes.

"Do you let it wander all over the house?" (Still, IT)
"He used to but we don't let him go upstairs since his hernia trouble. The climbing could make it worse.."
"Hernia, in a rabbit, oh wow!"
I snore loudly.
"It's SNORING!" They make embarrassed giggles of disbelief. Hey, spot on, I think.
"Yes," J agrees. He does a lot of that."
They shake their heads. "A snoring rabbit with a hernia. Well! That's a first."

They pick up the raffle prizes and leave. I don't bother going to the door to see them off. I don't even open my eyes. I snore loudly again.

"Hush, Harve," J says waspishly. "Don't be so rude."

Me? Rude? Me? That's rich.

I'd forgotten.

My cardboard roll is back again thank goodness. I thought I'd lost it. I'd looked behind the sofa and my curtain hideaway and had just about given up when there it was, in the middle of the floor in front of the TV where I usually flop out. Best of all, it still had bits of carrot inside!
It took me a moment or two to remember how to flick one end up in the air then look to see what had fallen out. To start with I thought my carrot came out from the end I flick but then realised I have to go to the other end where it falls out.
Because of my little problem with, you know, not recycling my caecotrophs, I thought they might have decided not to give me any treats in the evening so I'd be squeaky clean the next morning. They tried not giving me anything but hay. They tried everything but I just won't do it. My magazine, Rabbiting On should have a piece about my problem in the Spring edition. Also, since my hernia, I'm not allowed to jump up onto the sofa to see if they are nibbling anything I might like. They think it might be too much of a strain
I wonder if they have remembered about my screwed up paper towel with one or two raisins inside? I haven't seen that for ages. That makes for a very good scrabble. Must try to drop one or two hints.