The bunsters were out for about 14 and a half hours today, and NOT A POO in sight! The were let out of their cage at about 7a.m, and remained out until the children's bath time, twelve hours later. And then they were allowed out again from just after 8 until about 10:45. And there wasn't a stray poo to be seen.

It's incredible how less than a week after the elusive testicle was removed, Dijon (and Mabel) are now completely settled, house trained, and considerably less destructive than they were. Dijon, especially, is more snuggly than ever. He'll bound over to us and as soon as he's touched will flop out for a long stoke. Legs out behind him, grinding happily away, and very very licky. He permits us to touch his toes (forelimbs only) and doesn't mind if we tease his tail.

And both Mabel and Dijon have discovered the joy of sunbeams. Lovely to see them basking in the rays that shine through the French windows.

Carpet is so tasty. But a little tough.

Apparently we're not supposed to eat it. For goodness' sake, if it's on the ground, then it can be eaten, or at least nibbled and gnawed.

Also, we're not supposed to do poos outside of our cage, and even then we're supposed to do them in the litter tray. How on earth are we supposed to know what belongs to whom?

Dijon has a little trick he plays just to annoy our female owner. He tugs at the carpet, and when reprimanded (our owners thump on the floor - so ineffective!) he drops a poo or two, then skips off. It really hacks them off. Mabel has to learn that trick next, but being a girl, she's too sensible (or stupid, depending on your point of view.)