Mr Scruff's Scribbles - 6/1/2005

Oh my fur and whiskers, as the white rabbit in Alice in Wonderland famously said, what have I done?

Last week I told you a big French lop named Jimmy had moved into Bobtails and word in the warren was that he’s bigger than me. Well I should have kept my big cabbage-loving mouth shut. Now there are two more big French lops bounding around – four of us in total.

And what’s dented my ego even further is that one of them is a girl and she’s even bigger than me. I heard all those fickle volunteers fussing over her in the shed. “Oh isn’t she beautiful, oh isn’t she big”, they bubbled. They fussed over me like that once upon a time. Well I’ll teach them. I don’t have to wee in the litter tray you know – and has no-one ever shown you girls just how much wee us French lops can produce. Just you wait. I’m on strike. No more nudgey cuddles for any of you until respect is restored.

With any luck, these big boys and girls will soon be off to new homes and I will rise again as the biggest bun at Bobtails.
I’m going to move on now – I’m not bitter, as you can probably tell.

Anyway. On a very serious note, Jim the human fell through the roof of a rabbit pen which houses the colony of eight bunnies. They all rushed over to him to find out what the fuss was about but when they realised he was no good to them flat on his back they carried on playing and eating.

At least they went to see if he was ok, which is more than Delia did. When she first heard about Jim’s fall, her reaction was ‘oh my God are the rabbits ok’? I’m sure that woman’s a rabbit in disguise – I just can’t work out how she hides the ears.

You’ll be pleased to hear Jim survived his fall but did injure his back. We all hope it gets better soon.

One special little bun who deserves a mention this week is Vincent, a little honey coloured lop who is about four months old. He only has one ear and was going to be drowned by his owner. Thankfully, helped by the fact so many people come forward to offer Bobtails bunnies a home, there was room for him at the inn and he’s settled really well. He’ll be looking out for a new owner in the coming weeks.

You’ll no doubt be aware of our brave adventuring friends Sir Parsley and Rhubarb who are travelling all over to raise money for Bobtails. They recently called in at The Willow Warren, which is the home of West Wales Willow, and obviously impressed them so much that they sent a big box of Timothy Hay for us all to enjoy back at Bobtails. They also sent some fabulous toys for us to play with including something called the Mound – it’s great fun, it wibbles and wobbles all over the spot.

A couple of the lads here in the runs at the top of the Bobtails garden have asked me to get in touch with the jet-setting duo to ask them if they’ll pop into Burgess’s factory up in North Yorkshire to see what they can persuade them to send us.

They also suggested Sir Parsley and Rhubarb visit a brewery but I think we’d struggle to persuade Delia that we eat hops in the wild and should ‘go back to basics’ with a pint or two. And to those dear little bunnies out there who aren’t old enough to be served at the bar, don’t try this at home – rabbits don’t really drink beer.

The hay sent by West Wales Willow will boost that already donated on a regular basis by kind supporter Andrea Harding. Does this mean we’ll get double the amount of Timothy Hay?? I hope so, it’s sooooo special.
Anyway, that brings me the end of another scribble. Don’t forget to remind your humans that in this warmer weather you need plenty of water and extra cleaning out to keep those pesky flies away from your rear.
I’ll certainly be drinking more water in the coming week, even if it is just to teach those disrespectful volunteers a lesson or two.

Nudgey cuddles to all – with the exception of the disloyal few.