Rei Homed

So, Ponyo went to her new home as a house bunny last week, which of the litter of six left just her sister Rei alone.  But not for long - now Rei has been bonded with a husbun and will soon be being packed off to her new home too!

"I'm getting a new home soon?  Hey, I'm in the carrier already! Let's do this thing!"

Return of the Ghiblis

I was at the Rescue yesterday. My day started with helping Robin to fill his trailer with wet and very heavy bags of bunny waste. Not surprising then that last night, exhausted, I fell asleep on the sofa and so didn't post anything here on the blog.

So apologies for leaving you bunny-free for a day, but here is yesterdays pic of the foster bunnies enjoying their first day back at the Rescue!

"Oh, THIS is where you were bringing us? You should have said, we wouldn't have complained so much in the car. For a start it smells much better than your house."

Bendy Sticks

There was an article in Rabbiting On some time ago about a poor bunny who jumped into his cage clipping his leg on the way in and breaking it. Even before this, Caroline and I had talked about how we don't really like the plastic cages as bases for house bunnies because of this jumping up and through to get in, which apart from anything else bunnies will struggle with when they get older. Often they will even try to use the wire door like a ladder to climb up, which makes me feel uneasy at the thought of what could happen to toes if they slip.

I myself have a 150cm cage that I use to contain baby bunnies when I foster them for the Rescue. As they get older and I start letting them out for playtime more and more I am faced with this same problem. Here is one simple solution - bendy sticks!

Available from most pet shops and easy to hook over the entrance, they cover up the wire and provide proper purchase for little fluffy feets. And based on the speed bunnies have been flying in and out of their cage this week, I'm pretty sure this configuration has met with little fluffy approval.

Crunchy Clippings

I have a confession:- I don't enjoy cleaning the house. There, I said it. I've come clean, as it were.

Actually, I am sure this will be of no real surprise to you, since most people probably feel the same way about their own, and it will certainly be no surprise to anyone that's been in my house and seen the inches of hay etc covering the floor of every room and hallway. It's a constant uphill struggle. Uphill on a downward moving conveyor belt. With Whisky-Kong sat proudly hurling barrels of mess down at me from above.

But last night I kind of did enjoy cleaning the bathroom. And why? Because cleaning away seven bunnies worth of fur, claw pieces and crusty scent-gland detritus off the floor was a clear signal to my brain that this months major bunny-maintenance was done and dusted.

"...then when he turns you upside down to do the difficult bits, wait 'til he leans in, then kick the claw-clippers into his face! It's hilarious!"

Plunge

So, I told you about how I'd moved the little ones' cage onto the bed base last weekend, right? I.e. the cage is on the bed where the mattress would be. Well, it's been working out really well, with lots of fun playing with them on the floor. But unfortunately I've created a small problem for myself - they love it so much that now when I open the cage to change the litter trays, if I don't immediately help them out onto the floor for playtime they fling themselves through the opening like lemmings.

Thankfully no injuries so far, a couple of them even have it down to a fine ninja-like wall-run-type affair, but the "jump-first figure-out-the-landing-later" attitude of the others has me in frantic catcher mode whenever I have to open the little door. It's all fun and games until someone gets hurt, which in this case will most likely be me, diving across the floor with my arms outstretched...

"What? It's dangerous to jump out you say? Is this a good time to mention that I was only distracting you and that three of my sisters are already face down in the bucket behind you trying to right themselves?"

... But No Photo

"Well if you're gonna get grumpy when we try to help with your cage-cleaning game, why should we take part in your photo-taking game?"

All Meals Included

When staying at a guest house where food is included in the price, it is always worth arriving early in the dining area to beat the mealtime rush. As well as ensuring you get the best picks from what's available, it means you can secure a seat as close to the buffet as possible. Like, really close.

And don't worry if you receive glaring looks from other diners - they are probably just jealous that you got there ahead of them!

"The food here is not bad, but it does taste somewhat of feet."