Poll: why does Bouffe have a headtilt?

Answers in the comments below for a chance to win a bag of Bunnington Post fertiliser!

Why does Bouffe have a headtilt? Was it:

  1. A bungineering accident
  2. A bungled Putin assassination
  3. The latest fashion, daaaahling
  4. Something else, to be precise:…


By George! The paps are busy peeps…

I have to say, Haas, I feel for that little Prince George. Not only does he have a mother who does eyeliner like it’s the 1980s (I blame her air hostess mother), he has the paparazzi affliction almost as bad as we do.

Monday 8.03am: first pap of the day

Haas and Katrijn chiling at home

Good grief, they have alarm clocks and everything…

Then we had our lunch munch spoiled by telelens:

Haas and Katrijn taking a peek

I don’t know how you can be so relaxed about it. It WINDS ME UP NO END!

That one last night really took things to a whole new level: a pap hiding in the bushes disguised as a squirrel pretending to be eating a hazelnut.

Squirrel in hazelnut tree

Yeah, don’t think I can’t see your beady little eye! Whatever next?! GM plants sprouting cameras and microphones? House sparrows rigged up with spying equipment? Eavesdropping elves?! That’s it Haas, up your sticks, we’re moving!

+++ to be continued…+++

Miller Mayday!

Dear Editors,

Please send help. I have today undergone the ultimate humuliation: waking up with the Brazilian of Shame and the discovery that an essential part of me (times two) has been surgically removed while I was snoozing. How am I ever going to get a girlfriend when I can no longer impress her?

This is me in my intact splendour, a reminder of completer times:

Miller the lop

I hereby send my membership application form for Haas and Bouffe’s Victim Support Group.


Name: Miller

Status: Shamed

Waiter/waitress: Sarah and Stuart

History: rescued August 2015; adopted August 2015; emaciated, neglected and filty

Current situation: sore, well-fed, adored, single and increasingly


That said, I have some cause to believe that I may have ended up somewhere nice. The waitstaff seems pretty well trained already, so I could be in luck this time around. Also, the facilities are most suited to the bunnington lifestyle: plenty of bunstruction opportunities, spacious, clean and secured against tumbleweeds and other native threats.

Miller the lop

I have chosen my new favourite spot already:


What are your best tips for showering my new wait staff with my indignation and disapproval without jeopardising brekkers, lunch and dinner? I await your instructions with keen anticipation.



Not fazed. Nope

I’ll take your Hoover and raise you three sticky cecotropes trod into your short shag rug and left overnight.

C’est moi, Tati!

Dear Bunnington Post!

Je suis your newest fan. I am Tati! I live here:



When I was six weeks old I decided to live by myself in a ditch.

Then a lady came and she made nice noises. She picked me up – zut alors! – and she smelled really nice, so she was allowed to cuddle me.

We also sat sit in a chair and I was very sleepy.

Tati asleep

This is my sheep.

Tati and sheep

When I grow up I want to be like Haas and dig tunnels. Maybe a new tunnel to England because the one we have isn’t big enough for all the people that want to go in it.

I also have a pot like Haas.

My favourite Bunnington Post editor is Bouffe because he is French like me.

I am now going to eat a shoe


Haas makes major archaeological discovery

++++++Breaking news++++++

While on his summer dig, Haas has made a major archaeological discovery, thought to date back to prehistoric times. We have an unconfirmed report that police have cordoned off the area to protect the site from paparazzi and tourists while a team from the Ashmolean Museum carries out a forensic excavation.


Katrijn was seen standing guard while officials arrived accompanied by psychologists to help them cope with the significance of the discovery.

Haas near tunnel

Haas, who had been digging for a mere 20 or so minutes, was seen vigorously yanking roots and scratching the soil to get a closer look at the find. An increasingly excited Katrijn spent time running circles when it became clear Haas was onto something special.

‘Prehistoric pots are an exquisitly rare find in the Oxfordshire Mountain Range’, said Dr Sturgis, Director of the Ashmolean Museum who arrived on site within four-and-a-half minutes of the find. ‘But this pot seems to be around six and a half thousand years old, so a pretty persistent specimen, I would say.’

Hopping up and down while his eyes keep darting back to the site of the discovery, Surgis adds, ‘As everyone knows, during the Chalcolithic period potters had a profound crisis of confidence and were known to destroy their own work completely if they were unhappy with the results. They left very little for us to dig up as a result. Chalcolithic potters were pretty intimidated by their predecessors of the Pottery Neolithic who invented the art of pottery. As a consequence, we only know of shards from the Chalcilithic period, but not a whole pot such as the Haas Pot.

Excuse me, I need a moment with my therapist’, and with that he hurries off while waving us through security for the world’s first, exclusive image of

The Haas Pot

Pot in earth


Rabbitting on with a headtilt

It has been nearly eighteen months since Bouffe acquired a headtilt. After the initial upset and steep learning curve we all adjusted within weeks to the new way of seeing things – at an angle. Bouffe is doing just fine and is rabbitting on with joy, perhaps because he has more privileges than before!

Freerange life

Bouffe’s headtilt means he is less into cables and furniture these days. He still likes to demolish things, but only if they are flat on the floor. Shoes, books, rugs and newspapers left on the floor are simply not safe when he is around. Quite helpful if your inner domestic god(dess) needs a helping hand in expressing itself.

Rug in a demolished state

Bouffe’s personal jute rug diverts his attention away from more precious furnishings

As a result of Bouffe’s new interests he has been 100% freerange ever since the onset of his headtilt. He enjoys is own personal corner where he likes to kip with his turkey toy or throw his food bowls about.

Preferably after someone’s just had the Hoover out…

FreerangeBouffe KipWithTurkey

Plenty of support

If his favourite chair leg isn’t available, there’s always the option of using available waiting staff as furniture. We don’t mind waiting to go to the loo while he sleeps!

Bouffe sleeping on my foot

Neither does the waiter…

Bouffe sleeping on his waiters feet

Although a chair leg can be more patient and less fidgety:

Bouffe hugging a chair leg



And when he’s tired after playing with his favourite toy, it’ll prop him up while he dreams of more treats:

Bouffe sleeping on his toy

Exclusive dining

Day 1: Why isn’t my brekkers served in my new favourite spot, the understairs cupboard?!

Bouffe in the understairs cupboard

Day 2: I’ll have brekkers in the understairs cupboard, thank you.

Day 3: Why on earth would anyone serve my brekkers in the understairs cupboard?! Bring it to me. #youjustcantgetthestaffthesedays


A spot of al fresco dining on cecals:

Bouffe eating cecals outside

Excellent grooming

Bouffe’s ‘top eye’ is prone to conjunctivitis and needs cleaning every day, because he can’t wash his face easily himself, and his tear ducts are no longer having the benefit of gravity to drain naturally. The skin around it is very delicate can get irritated if he scratches it too much too.

If it gets too red, we dab a tiny amount of Sudocrem on it which soothes it and stops him scratching straightaway, and the next day it is peachy pink again.


It is hard to see because it is closed, but this is his ‘bottom eye’ just after I’d cleaned it. It gets washed with tepid water and dried gently. He gets a drop of ointment in both eyes most days.


The ointment keeps the conjunctivitis more or less under control.

Fucithalmic Vet

At the moment Bouffe receives Norocillin or Duphapen Fort injections weekly. We administer these at home, picking up a three-week supply from the vet and taking him in for a check-up every ten or so weeks.

We also massage Bouffe daily, which seems to help him move. We can only imagine how much he seizes up by living such a lopsided life, however much time he spends on his side, resting.

What he likes best is to have his head supported so it is more upright, and have his cheeks, nose, sides of his neck and shoulders gently massaged. Massaging alongside his spine (not the spine itself!) seems to be ticklish, he usually starts to wriggle after a while and wants to groom himself!

Bouffe Massage

His head grows heavier and heavier in my hand and his whole body goes a bit limp as he relaxes into the strokes. After a while he’ll start licking my hand to reciprocate the attentions. After a massage he is noticeably more mobile and active and any abandoned footwear near the door is not safe!

Unlimited outside time

Allowing for someone being home – we have a pair of nesting red kites in the area as well as foxes and plenty of domestic cats – Bouffe has unlimited access to outside space too. When he first started to go outside again we let him fall off our raised deck on purpose (he fell about 6 inches onto a thick layer of mulch) and ever since he has been carefully negotiating the edges. He can still reach several plants including his favourite lavender, which he helps himself to whenever the mood takes him.

Unlike Haas and Katrijn, Bouffe never has been a fan of sitting on grass as we found years ago. Monsieur likes his home comforts, why risk damp feet, creepy crawlies and grass stains?! Grass is breakfast, lunch and dinner, it is not for sitting on – or worse.

He loves sleeping outside when it’s sunny.


The winter jasmine provides welcome cover.


Every night he wants to go outside to patrol the perimeter before locking up. He also makes sure the furniture is where it should be. It’s a quick round of his realm, clearly not something he can leave to his staff. Funnily enough he is much less interested in doing any of these things when it’s raining…

Because he’s worth it…

It may sound weird, but where Bouffe was delightful to have around before his headtilt, he has become an absolute joy after.

Abused as he was when he arrived  – he was so thin he scored 0 on the Rabbit weight chart – he quickly started to trust us to always provide food and care for him.

rabbt weight chart

He started out being defensive and grumpy, but after mere weeks began to mellow and the laid-back Bouffe we know began to emerge. He still didn’t allow his hind quarters to be touched though, which our vet found a painful discovery when he went for check-ups!

Ever since his headtilt crisis he has become very, very trusting and affectionate and clearly tells us what he wants. He loves being groomed all over, especially when he is moulting which we imagine must be an itchy affair. He takes no offence at people wanting to stroke his magnificent tail either or inspecting his toenails.

He can throw himself into his favourite activities with a huge passion that is delightful to see, from his deep sighs of contentment while sunbathing to hour-long cuddle sessions and playtime with his toys.

We love Bouffe all the more for his quirks and sometimes wonder what he would have been like without his tilt: perhaps just a little less fun and loving? Whatever the answer might have been, we don’t mind not knowing.