I came home from the Rescue today, I opened Whisky's gate and wandered into the bathroom to wash my hands before handling his food. When I came back to give him his dinner he had disappeared. I put the pellets on his plate, I fed, Anouska and Bobbit, but still no sign of my little boy. I found him downstairs on the sofa in front of the TV. So that's another bad habit I've (accidentally) taught him.
Addiction to comedy-drama aside, he is a regular rabbit, honest! Look! Here he is eating Timothy hay!