Over the course of the past two years I’ve become somewhat knowledgeable on the subject of the house rabbit.
If there’s one thing you can’t say to them, it’s “No running in the house please.”
Taking a keen interest in a hair straightener. No, you don’t need that for your ears.
The back of that shelf has a plexiglass barrier bolted to it in what turned out to be a vain attempt at denying access to a place where appliances and various chargers are frequently plugged in. A minute or so after this picture was taken, he made the leap. It may not look too difficult, but note that it’s going from one slippery surface to another, at an awkward angle. We now keep these curtains closed if he’s in a scampy mood and we can’t directly supervise him.
Rabbits like to chew. They need to chew. Chewing is their specialist subject. Naturally, we provide objects specifically made to meet this need, such as this wood panel, which he occasionally deigns to nibble.
The bag his litter comes in is also on the approved list.
Then there’s his collection of cardboard tubes.
Furniture is on the unapproved list (as are cords to Venetian blinds),
though the slats holding the mattress are OK, as long as they maintain structural integrity.
Moulding was a big worry before he arrived. To our relief, he’s satisfied himself with just a few nibbles here and there.
And he’s left the coffee table alone!
Likewise the wing chair he’s grooming underneath in the first picture.
Probably his very favourite targets, aside from my wife’s slippers, are drapes.
Those hung unmolested for a dozen years. Oh well.
Who knows what he makes of my CD collection.