You would think I had given him a bed of nails.
There was much flinging of anything that wasn't anchored down; his hay basket, his jingleball, his keys, his toy chain. I was repeatedly subjected to both the Bunny Butt O'Snub and the Dread Glare O' Sulk. The towels themselves were pushed around and clawed at--until somebunny realized that he was going to need something to park his fuzzy butt on that wasn't his cage floor.
Suddenly, the towels weren't so bad after all.
A few days later, there was a package from Leith Petwerks . It couldn't have come at a better time.
Inside the package:
A new bowl for Mr. Mick's salads, because somebunny has a nasty habit of flinging any bowl or plate that gets put in his cage, even if there is a pile of greens on it.
A brand new throne.
These are Mick's assortment of thrones; the pale green plush was his first, followed by the large gray plush and the new dark green fleece. The new throne is not as soft as the other two, but that didn't seem to bother His Majesty at all. He was snuggled up in it practically from Day 1, and let me know that I was forgiven for the moment...
...until today, when I washed all three thrones.
He has his gray one in his cage now. As soon as I put it in his cage, he had to give it a thorough inspection:
"Did you remember to use the dryer sheets?
I am NOT going to be happy if my fur gets all static-y."
"Hmmph...I suppose it will do."
A benevolent despot is His Majesty...at least until the next laundry day.