Mabel has caught on that we have caught on to her antics.
As
you may know, she is resolute in her determinate to gain access to
Cable Corner, the area of the room that is most densely populated with
cables. You may also know that she has learned the route there is via
the back of the sofa.
However, humans sit on the
sofa and make it difficult for her to accomplish her mission.
Nevertheless, she has learned that to get past the humans, all she need
do is, in rapid succession, jump onto the cushion, then a human
shoulder, then to the back of the sofa. She has mastered this very well;
humans cannot thwart a rabbit in mid-leap - they are just too fast and
scary.
What Mable didn't bank on is humans learning
to read her. We have learned the almost imperceptible signs that give
away her intentions. So, just as she is about to leap, all we need to do
is stick a foot out. She's quick enough not to end up being kicked.
There's
a process of tit-for-tat going on, and she has recognised when a foot
is about to thwart her, and now she has taken to stopping dead in her
tracks and boxing our feet. Now, a rabbit boxing isn't much different
from a kangaroo boxing; it's just on a smaller scale, but no less
perturbing.
I have a terrible feeling that Mabel is going to come out on top, and she IS going to reach the heaven that is Cable Corner. And on the way, humans, sofa, and anything else that blocks her passage is going to suffer.
It's a bit cooler here now - it was around 32C last week. Dijon doesn't
enjoy the heat - he's such a muscular bloke of a bun, but Mabel
doesn't seem to mind. She's very slight in build, and we think she
feels the cold in winter, so has been happy with the sunshine.
She's always appeared to be such a good, quiet, timid little thing... until recently. In the evening, the buns are allowed into 'our' side of the living room. My husband sits on the sofa, and I sit on the armchair... yes, the buns have driven a wedge between us, as Dijon demands his cuddles at the side of the armchair. Not so long ago, Mabel discovered the sofa, and then she discovered that, if she hopped across my husband and onto that arm, she could reach the telephone table.
So now she is on a mission. Every evening, she develops a crazed look in her eyes, and sits by the sofa on her haunches, ready for take-off. Just when she looks ready to leap, she usually races off, doing a couple of laps of the living room, complete with mad binkies, then skids to a halt by the sofa, on her hind legs, front paws dangling.
Then thump and leap, a bit like a paso doble, she springs vertically, lands on the cushion, and usually sets about scrabbling husband's arm and side to move him. He tickles her, she springs down, and the whole process starts again!
Meanwhile, Dijon sits looking either confused or scared!
She's always appeared to be such a good, quiet, timid little thing... until recently. In the evening, the buns are allowed into 'our' side of the living room. My husband sits on the sofa, and I sit on the armchair... yes, the buns have driven a wedge between us, as Dijon demands his cuddles at the side of the armchair. Not so long ago, Mabel discovered the sofa, and then she discovered that, if she hopped across my husband and onto that arm, she could reach the telephone table.
So now she is on a mission. Every evening, she develops a crazed look in her eyes, and sits by the sofa on her haunches, ready for take-off. Just when she looks ready to leap, she usually races off, doing a couple of laps of the living room, complete with mad binkies, then skids to a halt by the sofa, on her hind legs, front paws dangling.
Then thump and leap, a bit like a paso doble, she springs vertically, lands on the cushion, and usually sets about scrabbling husband's arm and side to move him. He tickles her, she springs down, and the whole process starts again!
Meanwhile, Dijon sits looking either confused or scared!