Posted by sean on August 9, 2018 at 10:49 pm in Rabbits with No Comments


Since getting the snip, Roman has been misbehaving. Granted, he’s always had a naughty streak, but the last few days he has been especially petulant.
It all started on Tuesday, when Claire went to Turkey to watch Bath City. Did I write “Turkey”? I meant Torquay – I’m forever confusing those places! I was left to take care of Roman by myself. Since I have been off work sick, Roman has been allowed to stay out in his indoor run until bedtime.

However, he has been known to play merry hell, when being put back into his cage for the night, and because of this, it was decided that he would only be allowed a couple of hours exercise, before being locked away, when it was time for Claire to set off to Devon.

I spent the day on the sofa, just a few feet from Roman’s cage. Realising that his Mummy had disappeared and Daddy was in charge, Roman began to use every trick he could think of, in order to get my attention. This included tearing up the newspaper lining his cage, throwing his food bowl around, and trying to dislodge his covered bedroom. Worse still, he later started to bite the plastic clips, which locked his cage, until one of them snapped! I have had to import a replacement set of clips from America, and let me tell you, they’re surprisingly expensive!

Needless to say, I told Roman off. He looked guilty. Being a soft touch for his cute face, I ended up feeding him some lovely vegetables.

I am pleased to report that Roman’s behaviour the following day was much improved – although being allowed back into his run certainly helped! His naughty excursions the previous day had clearly taken their toll, as he spent much of the afternoon sleeping. During his sleep, Claire and I were amazed when he quacked. Yes, you read that right, and no, it’s not a typo. Roman the RABBIT quacked like Donald DUCK.

Roman has not quacked since, nor has he tried to imitate any other birds or animals. Until he does, or he starts sprouting feathers, I am not going to worry. Given the fact he was sleeping at the time, I can only assume that he was experiencing some bizarre dream, where he thought that he was a Mallard.

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