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.

Feet

Some things are more important to a house rabbit than to a hutch rabbit. Feet for instance. If I had to pick out one of the most important things in my life it would be feet. I keep an eye on feet most of the day except when I'm asleep. Feet can tell you exactly what is going on in your house. You know where your family is going and why. You know if they head for the door, they're going out and you can snooze in peace. If feet go to the utility room it's always worth a quick check in case the fridge and carrots are involved. If they go into the big room they will put the TV on and it's time for me to get a good seat in between my hay bag and the screen. Doorways are a great place to feet-watch.

Hands will be more important to a hutch rabbit because they bring bowls of food and water and clean out the place. Now, I'm not too keen on hands. They tend to pick you up and check things out. Nope, I'm a feet man myself.

One of Life's Luxuries

Now, after being rated as a lot of trouble, I'm being called a luxury.
They are saying I cost over £500 a year to keep and that's without holidays at Bunny Hops and without replacement cuddle blankets and dozing mats. I think that's quite cheap and I try my best to keep costs down by not eating much hay. They seem to forget I don't need a hutch or a run outside so there isn't heating and cleaning to deal with there. Well, you have to help where you can.
Another worrying thing is the reduction in time given to me for secretarial work. The other day I found out why. She's writing a book about me. I can't believe the secrets in my diary won't be secret any more. I've told her writing is easy but getting people to read it isn't. I feel very let down though. A diary is such a personal thing. It's nobody else's business. What about my problems with, you know, my bathroom problems? People will know I get a bit scared going to the vet and being left alone outside. You think you know people, you think they love you and are your best friends and then..............
I'm upset and intend to stay in my security spot until I feel better.

Because

They're putting more dozing mats under the kitchen table for me now Autumn is here. That means more work they say. More to keep clean. If they don't put them down I sleep on the rug and leave a few raisins lying about. I don't do it on purpose, it just sort of happens.
So now, apart from these extra dozing mats I have,

Two litter trays,

A spare bed with blankets and my teddy in it in the utility room,

More mats there,

My bowls for greens, water and crunchies which have to be washed daily,

A large cardboard box in the sitting room with three kinds of hay and a chewy mat that drops bits,

My cuddle-cum-scrabbling blankets which have to be washed regularly, then I have to be brushed and clipped and cuddled.

Why all this work for one small rabbit you ask?

Because I'm worth it of course!Finally, if I can sneak up without anybody knowing, this is my favourite spot on an chilly, Autumn afternoon. Nice and squidgy. I think I've got things sorted.