Thursday, 27 August 2015


A dear little fluffy friend of mine, Picante, passed away yesterday. She was just two and a half years old. A really sweet and friendly girl, daughter of Salsa, sister of Browncloud, JJ, Boz, Silvio and Noelle, she was not only a former resident at RRR but also a former resident of my own home.

Being such a beautiful and good natured girl, she found a forever home very quickly, so she at least had the last two years being loved by her own family.

Binky free Picante.

Wednesday, 26 August 2015

Straight Out The Handbook

A little known fact about rabbits is that when a young bunny gets to a certain age, its fellow lagomorphs throw him or her a big coming-of-age party at which they present the big-eared bounder a book. The contents of this book are to be kept secret from humans, so I can't tell you too much, but the general structure of what fills the pages is a manual of sorts, the collected wisdom of those who came before, a guide on how to live as a little fluffster.

Sitting between the chapter on how to decide which cables to chomp for maximum attention and the chapter about how to turn a human garden into a rabbit paradise through a sustained campaign of digging is a chapter entitled "How To Frighten Your Humans". Within that is a large, illustrated section on "Sleeping Positions To Induce Panic", where a whole host of positions are shown that give the sleeper an appearance of lifelessness.

Thistle has studied his copy well. Here we see him demonstrating position 7, one of the more advanced of the set, throwing in variation 4, "Eyes Wide Open".

Well done Thistle, a perfectly executed manoeuvre. Now, if you'll excuse me, while I reflect on your obvious skill I'm just going to have a sit down and see if I can convince my heart rate to drop below a drum roll...

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Tuesday Tail #49

I thought we'd have Mallow and Cuba for this weeks Tuesday Tail. If nothing else, I feel much safer taking Mallow's photo from this end...

Monday, 24 August 2015

Talkin' On Sunshine

"Sunshine, space, grass, what more could a bunny want?!"

Sunday, 23 August 2015

SLM Season

It appears to be SLM season again in our house. Whereas for the rest of the year all the surfaces of the house are covered in a layer of hay, this time of year they are covered in rolling clouds of white floof. And hay. The source of all this, ground zero of the floofpocalypse, is a little mobile shedding machine that will literally follow the vacuum cleaner re-floofing everything. It is an unending floofarama. Here is the SLM:

I periodically comb/brush/stroke the loose floof out of him, but I couldn't even tell you if this is pre or post defloofing since he always looks the same regardless and sheds fur at the same rate. It is all very frustrating and of course my efforts are not even slightly appreciated. And did I mention the part where I am also permanently covered in a layer of white floof?

"Really? All this negativity? Cos I'm still waiting to hear the bit where any of this is a problem for ME."

Saturday, 22 August 2015


"FYI? We're low on hay."

"For some reason."