This thing I made a while ago has become the designated rabbit food scoop. For it to function properly, you need to sing “rabbit food scoop” to the tune of the Beach Boys’ Little Deuce Coupe while using it. Coco, now nearly eleven years old and blind, stubbornly refused to get his picture taken this morning, choosing instead to supervise the cage-cleaning process from under the bed. I could tell from his annoyed thumping that he is not a Beach Boys fan.

Coco doesn’t actually live in his cage, by the way. He just goes in there to eat, drink, and relieve himself.

Coco doesn’t actually live in his cage, by the way. He just goes in there to eat, drink, and relieve himself.
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