Thula again

This morning went well. I opened the door, she hopped out to explore around a bit, I fully cleaned her litter box (leaving the rest of the crate alone except for a quick paper towel job), I put 1/3rd cup of pellets in her feed bowl (noting that she hadn't eaten all of last night's veggies, which evoked a certain concern -- I wonder if we're overfeeding her?), I watched her hop around a bit. I got to pet her a little bit, which was nice, and then, of her own accord, she hopped back into her crate. I let her sit and think about it for a bit, and then I closed the door, which she didn't protest. No need to pick her up at all, and no hateful bunny scratches.

I used to have that fear/neglect dream, but it has become immediately obvious: how could I possibly "forget" my bunny? My life suddenly revolves around my bunny!

Note to self and conanmagruder: must change the kitchen garbage more often. It's not full, but I just about went blind from the raw stench of bunny pellets (not the food kind) stewing in there this morning.