Fright night

OK, who was it?

Just as we we settling in to our new home, learning the routine, and building confidence, someone decided to change something. Who was it?

Who was it who caused us to have a mild panic when it was time for our nightly outing from the cage? It may have seemed like nothing to whoever it was, but when you're only a small, furry creature, still finding their way about and settling in to a new environment, well, it can could cause a heart attack. And it nearly did.

Mabel spotted it first. She stood under a dining chair, rear feet firmly rooted to the carpet, and stretched out with ears spread wide. It didn't move. Feeling brave, Mabel took a step towards it. It didn't move. Another step. And it did move. Just a little, and almost imperceptibly, but it did move. And so did Mabel - she shot to the other side of the living room.

Dijon decided he would take a look. And the same thing happened.

It was only when our male owner picked it up to show us it was safe, that we calmed down. Someone had put a wet towel over the radiator, apparently. Why would anybody do such a thing. Everyone knows that towels are used to line the flooring of rabbit cages so that we don't slip and slide around and hurt ourselves (they also make excellent bedding, and are great for scrabbling, gnawing holes in, and hiding under.

When we find out who it was, they'd better watch out. Ankles are in serious danger.

Once we know what it was, we settled down, and had a good run around. Dijon was brave enough to stand on his hind legs and pull at a loose thread on the towel. He wasn't so brave when the towel began to slide off the radiator.

He is such a coward. (No I'm not!)