After his dinner, between 7:30 and 8:00, I give Clovis a scoop of rabbit pellets. You would think he hasn't had a meal in days the way he attacks his little crock of pellets. (It's been maybe an hour and a half since dinner...) He runs frantically around my feet. I can't tell you how many times I've nearly stepped on him despite my verbal warnings to him to, "Watch my feet!"
If I should happen to be busy or forget that it is pellet time, he will remind me by noisily pulling on the fencing I have around his living quarters with his teeth, "rattling his cage" and, in effect, rattling my cage. He'll use this same tactic later in the evening to tell me it's time for bed. And why would he want me to put him to bed? Because he gets a little something sweet when I tuck him in for the night. And yes, I realize, he's got me well trained.
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How cute Sue. He sure does have you trained!
ahh yes. The life of a bunny slave!
Because his new cage door opens in rather than out, Mickey will tug on it and attack it when I'm trying to open it to feed him. He's already figured out that he can pull it back when I have it unlatched; now if he could just figure out how to attach it to the roof of his cage, he'd be all set. ;)
I don't mind being a bunny slave! I had no idea rabbits could be so smart and have such cute little personalities.
Jade, Mickey's cage sounds very odd...
Thanks for writing!
Apparently the theory is that the door opening inward keeps the rabbit from getting out. Unfortunately, the door can't be adapted to go the other way, but it does give Mickey something to exercise his disapproval on, so I guess it's not all bad.
They do train us well, these furry little monsters... Our Patches rattles the bars of her cage at 5am every morning. No alarm clock needed in this houseshold...
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