"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.
