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.

Is it Spring?

I'm in a digging mood. It's great. I can scatter my litter yards from my tray while I find just the right place to use. Normally I just give a gentle scrabble before I settle but for some reason at the moment I want to throw it in the air as high as I can. Because I've been giving my litter a lot of attention they wondered if I might have cystitis but I haven't. It's just exuberance.
It's the same with my bed. Usually a bit of a tug and scrabble gets it into place but just now I want to toss my cuddle blankets as high as I can, all over the place.Wheeee! My hay bag is the best though. You can see below what a grand effort I make every evening. I don't give up until it's practically flat.

It's very good exercise for me but there's something else I just can't put my paw on. I feel a bit more excited and there's something at the back of my mind and deep inside telling me I need to re-organise things in preparation for something. Problem is, I don't know what.
While I'm waiting to find out I'll tackle my greens. Can I get through it all? Course I can.

Every picture tells a story.

I'M IN !

IT'S ALL GOING ACCORDING TO PLAN.

IS THAT ENOUGH?

SHORT NAP TO GATHER MOMENTUM AGAIN.

FINISHED !!! PERFECT.

Another New Year

Another New Year but I'm not going to make any resolutions. There isn't much I want to change at my age, things are very comfortable as they are. My food is good apart from carrots being a bit thin on the ground. Carrot tops makeup for it a bit but they're not as sweet and crunchie.I was going to resolve to make more fuss at bath time every morning but it wouldn't make any difference - it would still happen. I know I feel fresh and ready for the day when it's over but I really hate the idea of it. I quite like the feel of warm water and it's only at one end after all. I just can't reach to clean myself so I know it has to be done. I just close my eyes and think of dandelions.
"He's bulbous at one end" pronounced my vet during a recent visit. Huh, he can talk!
I'm pretty perfect in every other way though.

Jingle Bells

Oh no! It's that sprouts and jingle bells time again. Why won't they believe I hate sprouts? I tell them over and over again by tossing them out of my veggie dish. They put one in, I throw it out. They put another in. I toss it out.
Jingle bells are even worse. All that banging on the piano is horrible.

I always drop a big hint by dashing into the room and sitting beside it but it never works. Have they forgotten rabbits hate loud noises.?It's lucky I'm a bit deaf. My vet says lop eared buns are more likely to be a bit deaf because of the shape of ear canals and the lop. More likely to get abscesses as well. We can't clean the canal out with a back toenail, not that I'd like to do that. Mind you, we're all a bit deaf in this house but nobody else has the excuse of being lop-eared.
There is some good news though, we have found a new home for a house rabbit somebody had put out into the street. How can people do that? How do they expect a bunny to find food on a hard street on its own? It will now have a little girl to love it and a cosy house for Christmas. I am so thankful because I am too old to bond with another rabbit. I wonder what I will get this year? I've had my first Christmas card already. I can't see a Santa on it anywhere but it looks very cheerfull.A very happy Christmas to all my friends.