Note To Bunny

Dear Whisper

If you steal your rubber brush, run around with it, then chew one of the big rubber bristles around it, you WILL get attention, but not the type you want. Because Momma WILL turn into a demon, chase you, drag you out from under furniture, stick her fingers in your mouth as far as it takes for as many times as it takes to get the rubber out.

She might snuggle you afterwards a bit. Even if you do foot-flick her.

Note to Bunny

Dear Whisper,

I think you met your match today.

You tried to steal a Slinky toy out of the Basket Of Cat Toys.

Except that the other end of the Slinky didn’t want to come and anchored itself to the heavy basket.

Never one to give up, you planted those feet of yours and began tugging.

Until you had stretched the Slinky across the entire room.

And then… you lost your grip.


Slinky 1, Bunny-Thief 0.


Note to Bunny

Whisper... if you grab a box, you must be prepared for it to chase you when you run. Until you let go of it. Even if it smells like nummy hay.

The amount of my laughter at the startled bunny racing through the room chased by the evil box (which is held prisoner by the bunny's teeth) will be proportionate to the box's size.

This one was truly spectacular. 

Note to Bunny

Dear Whisper,

No. Just don’t.

I don’t care how much fun it is.

You cannot steal the dividers out of my sewing chest’s drawers.

Even if they are made out of paint stirrers and are nice light-weight wood that you can run around with in your mouth like a puppy with a bone. And wave over your head in triumph. And then start chewing. Because apparently paint stirrer wood is very tasty.

Just because Momma will bribe you with apple twigs to get her divider back, does NOT mean you can keep stealing more, even if paint stirrer wood is even tastier than apple twigs.

Although watching you try to jump on top of the chest and somehow end up tangled in the cats’ toy basket that was next to it… that was kinda fun.

Trying to gain the Smidgeon-kitty’s sympathy and consoling face-licks MIGHT work, however. She appreciates a good theft.

Early morning bunnies!

So that was an interesting morning. Woke up, fed Pancakes, went to the bathroom. All the usual stuff.

Then came back to discover her sneezing away, gurgling as she was breathing and discharge coming out her nose. One panicked trip to the vet later (horray for the UK, 15 minutes to get there, seen straight away, didn't cost more than a standard checkup. I love you vets office!) and she was sat in their office eating her breakfast as if nothing had ever happened.

I have antibiotics to give her, which she hates, so I am currently trying the "porridge oats, honey and baytril" approach. The Ribena one didn't work and neither did the forcing her to have it by just popping it straight in the mouth. Hopefully this lot will work.

Should I be looking for any other signs of bunny distress? We're keeping a close eye on her now, but she seems fine.

Just for your amusement - here's a picture of her investigating the garden for the first time. She was fascinated by the idea that food grew from the ground and we had a nice trimmed patch around her enclosure!
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Note to Bunny... or... God help me. Please.

No, Whisper, you cannot chew the drapes.

Obviously, you didn't learn your lesson the last time, when you got stuck in one of the holes, was photographed, and Shamed publicly on Facebook and Livejournal  ( http://stealthbunny.livejournal.com/126995.html )

You just learned to be sneakier.

When the water-spray seemed to have no effect, I went to look.

You had wrapped the drape COMPLETELY AROUND YOURSELF, sheltering you from the water as you chewed.

You are learning faster than I can bunny-proof.

Also, scaling the folded-and-cased camp chair so that you could reach the higher level of the cat-tree? Brilliant. Realizing that the Instruction Tag on the chair's case was on an elastic string so that you could grab it, pull it, let go and it would BOING back? Very amusing, but now there's not much tag left and that chair doesn't belong to us in the first place. (sorry, Mere). 
The Phooka

Rabbit, snugglebun, thief, thy name is Whisper

There I am. Innocently eating breakfast in my recliner. When suddenly a GIANT RABBIT LEVITATES next to me. OHAI! I rescue my spill-y type stuff while he nuzzles me. I scratch along his back as he lengthens longer under my arm…. Longer… longer… AND NABS THE CATALOG on the arm of the recliner. YEEHAW! He leaps off, lands in a run, waving the catalog over his head. CAN’TCATCHME! I race after him, trying not to spill my cereal and grab the catalog. He plants his front legs and tugs. I push against his nose, the sign to let go, and he does, with the “poopy momma” expression.

I go back to breakfast with my catalog.

A few minutes later, a GIANT RABBIT LEVITATES next to me. OHAI! Nuzzlenuzzlenuzzle. Hopeful look? I edge the catalog away. Injured expression. What? I came for loves! Nuzzlenuzzle. I rub his face and he sighs happily. Stretches out under my arm, growing longer with comfort. Longer. Reaches for the catalog. I move it out of the way. He sits straight up in outrage, ears straight up. How DARE you IMPLY such a thing, madam! I come here for LOVES. I hold my hand out at petting level and I am forgiven, his head shoving under my hand again, eyes half-closed in bliss, stretched out under my arm, leaning into the rubbing, nose under my elbow, and he’s GOT THE CATALOG! YEEHAW! The CLEVERNESS OF THE BUN WINS AGAIN!
The Phooka

Note to Bunny

Whisper, you are a spoiled brat. Not only do you want me rubbing the back of your neck, but THEN you nudge Smidgie to lick your forehead? At the same time? You hedonist rabbit, you!