Since my latest Covid episode, I’ve found getting started in the morning rather more of a challenge, even my many cups of beloved coffee has given up the ghost, (where’s the starter cables).. I’ve tried bribery, this was a trick I’ve resorted to in the past, with quite a success..now though instead of those short bursts of activity, followed by a mug of coffee and a chapter of my latest book, as the bribe…Im now forced into laying down for half an hour trying to breathe and wipe the sweat from running in my eyes😁 not quite so attractive a proposition..
This morning began no different,(or did it?) I showered, had coffee, dressed had more coffee, put laundry away and made my bed, switched kettle on for, yup you’ve guessed it, more coffee…but that wasn’t to be..if only I had known groans!…You see I had been back and forth through the living room several times already that morning, and each time I had noticed a faint odour,(something I can on describe like garlic laced stale lager) how do I know what stale lager smells like? Don’t ask.,
Each and every morning without fail, before I begin cleaning for the day, (I clean out Cinnamon rabbits enclosure), it’s normally just a two minute job and one on the whole I don’t mind), it takes me longer in fact to gather up his cleaning equipment, than the actual job itself, he has his very own dust pan and brush, cleaning wipes, kitchen paper, ect ect…once everything is gathered and in situ, I then have to go about getting the far more difficult task done (myself sat on the floor,
Only difference was as I did this today, I was met by a sight, (and what a sight it was) nothing on this planet would or could have prepared me for, especially when its 9:30am without the bare minimum of sleep.. Cinnamon has at his disposal a two story 7ft long by 3ft wide specially designed and built pen…the doors are open 24/7 permanently, but since reaching his golden years shall we say, he does little but sleep on one of his many fleece blankets…he likes those doors kept open, but rarely will he venture out if at all. Today I could only give thanks to the great rabbit god above that last night too was not an exceptional case.
As I plonked my butt upon the floor, there covering all Cinnies paper, walls, toys in fact everything in the blooming immediate vicinity was erm Poop, feacal matter, fertiliser!!!, everything had been thoroughly coated, decorated, no detail missed,. First thought that flashed through my head was is Cinnie ok?😲, This was a first in all the years we’ve been together, ( he maybe prone to stomach Stasis at times) . Then On looking in his bedroom area, I note his laying flat out on his blanket, little head lolled to one side and very still, my heart began to race as I fear the worst…I reach in a hesitant hand, I hover it above his still little body, I don’t want to be ready to find out the truth, I’m not ready to lose him yet..(I know I never will be),but with everything of late I still need my wee roomy…As the tears begin to well up in my eyes and I finally place a hand upon his cream soft fur…a head shoots up, making me jump out of my skin…he glares straight at me with disdain for disturbing his slumber, and I swear he has a look on his face, like “WHAT”?????😡.
getting grumpily onto his feet, he grudgingly sniffs my outstretched hand, before turning his whole back end to me, ears flattened back to his head then stomps an angry foot…it’s as the little sweetie does this, my nerves finally settle and I see to my added horror, not only is his room covered in yet more poop, but he is too, not just that folks, oh no, his torn up his paper and rolled in it, so we now have a lovely poop decorative paper thing going on..this new look must only have been achieved in the night, because it was stuck fast now and dried solid…lovely…
I Grab hold of this matted, paper covered fluffball, wanting to check him over, only to be growled at for my troubles, he commences digging into my legs with real vigor, and I can feel the welts immediately break out as he does(I am in fact allergic to all male rodents) I swear the little dear knows it too, ..he thinks his burrowing for England right there on my lap, I can already tell apart from his new, rather albeit late attempt at a Halloween costume design, his stomach after his mammoth poop fest, is already feeling a whole lot better Thank You very much!.
After a quick health check, which was completely without his permission or sirs cooperation moreover, I know there’s nothing for it..I’m going to have to give him a bath!😲, I’ve never attempted to bath him before, never had the occasion in all our 5 years cohabiting, Plus rabbits on the whole don’t require such, they normally clean themselves(normally)… But Not this time though,Plus Cinnie being a less than ahem “sociable” kind of rabbit shall we say politely, I knew already even for a very experienced bunny wrangler, like myself this was never going to be without issues..oh you simple soul Theresa, difficult would have been good right?😁…
With him still in my arms, I go about getting together towels, baby shampoo, soft cloths, and kitchen towel, .I’m more convinced over our years together he’s learnt to read me a little too well, because he begins to struggle in an effort to break free, before his impending doom…I have to add at this point, Cinnie has despite his poor start in life, never once bitten, scratched or attempted to attack anyone..such a gentleman bless him.
I carry my wee bundle into the bathroom,trying in vain to hang onto everything else too, i shallow fill the sink with warm water, and As I pop the little guy in, I see the sheer horror on his face, ..not as if you can explain either, that it’s actually a bath, and he won’t in fact melt or drown. Within seconds not only am I covered in lovely brown sudsy water, but each arm now has deep bleeding furrows left by his terrified claws, the waters turning dirtier by the minute as blood globules drip to the floor…I don’t think my little pals grateful at all 😁, we are just halfway when my door bell rings, ….🙄😮
I would have in all honesty ignored it normally, but my meds were due to be delivered this week,. Not wanting to leave Cinnie in the sink, I bundle him in a warm towel and take him with me to the door, unaware there’s now blood dripping everywhere, including a cut up my nostril, where vampira bunny dearest thought I may like a piercing..there’s also poopy water covering my arms, shirt, face, and trousers,…my eyes are red and sore due to allergic reaction reacting, my nose dripping profusely….and one horrified face from a guy wanting to know if anyone lived next door?….😁.
Cinnie I firmly believe saw this guy as some kind of saviour, whose soul purpose in life is to rescue him from the ensuing horrors of the day and his cruel parental unit, beginning to struggle in earnest in my arms, His what I’ve since discovered are extremely powerful back legs for an elderly rabbit, are now digging into the waistband of my elasticated joggers, pushing them further down around my hip and flashing my shorts to all and sundry that happen to be passing (why is this usually quiet street suddenly alive with half the neighbourhood)?, thank goodness my shorts were clean on that morning is all I can say🙂. Not only is my face burning due to the tiny red spots fast covering every inch of it now, I can feel the embarrassment climbing up from beneath my collar… Someone dig a hole and plant me..😒.
They guy made good his escape, never looking backward or waiting for any answer to his question ….I go in quickly before I lose any more of my dignity and carry on washing the poop off my sod of a rabbit, ….I dry him gently, while his warmly swaddled in a soft towel, i by now look like I’ve survived an attack from a Tasmanian Devil not a cute fluffy bunny…when his mostly dry and brushed out, his soft fur now back to its delicate cream colouring…I on the other hand resemble a Neapolitan icecream, cream, pink and shades of brown all over😊….while he tucks into his bowl of food, his house clean and cosy I’m forced to shower in icy water..nothing new there then….
Tonight Cinnie is back to his old self, apart from thumping loudly each time I walk into the living room, so while I’m banished to my cold bedroom, covered in antiseptic, to think about what I’ve done….his sleeping soundly on his new blanket in the warm living room with the heater on,..in reflection last night someone was setting off fireworks just outside of here, he is very sensitive to sudden sound and I’ve a feeling this was the cause of his issues…watch out for your pets folks, like Cinnie some take the upcoming week of fireworks really hard..be careful out there and take care of you ❤❤🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇🐇
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