Another Phone Cable in Cable Heaven

Yes, the naughty bunnies have been up to more mischief. This time it was
their little girl-slave who absent-mindedly let them out into forbidden
territory.

She was the first to go downstairs in the morning. She gave the bunnies
their breakfast, and let them out of their cage, which she often does on
weekdays. Unfortunately, nobody else was downstairs, and so when she
wandered back upstairs leaving the pen open behind her (this keeps them
safely on 'their' side of the living room), they were able to hop
unhindered into 'our' area.

It was some time later that they were discovered... when I was called in
to help with the emergency, Dijon was in one 'cable corner' right next
to a tablet, which was on charge with long thin cable running under his
nose to the plug - I grabbed it just in time. He had been under the
television table, were there are cables from television, and a multitude
of other devices (fortunately all turned off). Mabel was in other 'cable
corner' with a laptop charger on the floor next to her, and within reach
of plenty more cables, including the previously-nibbled sewing machine
pedal.

Fortunately they responded quickly and were soon back in their cage for
the most of the day. We have no idea how long they'd been out - we think
the large bowl of greens kept them busy for the first part.

Every cable was thoroughly checked for damage, and nothing was found...
this seemed too good to be true. Then the phone rang. Well, the upstairs
phone rang... the downstairs one was dead. Mabel had obviously hopped
past all the accessible cables, to go behind telephone table and eaten
through the phone cable.

Well, it could have been much worse - and indeed we may discover more as
days go by, but today I have taken the precaution of blocking off the
two Cable Corners. There are no cables in the bunnies' half of the room,
but that hasn't stopped them going in search of some elsewhere.

Now Mabel has only one thing on her mind: returning to that exciting
corner behind the telephone table. She has spent most of her waking
hours looking with steadfast determination towards the corner, and
rattling the puppy pen which separates her from that big adventure...