Mariah and her husbun are temporarily living in the rabbit-proofed kitchen while I do a big declutter of my wardrobe, because I don't want them eating all my clothes.

I was downstairs when I heard the distinctive percussion of a very happy rabbit. I thought it could have been from my upstairs neighbours', who also have a rabbit, but it soon became clear that someone must have slipped past me as I was leaving the kitchen, running into the hallway and straight up the stairs to my bedroom (my flat's layout is weird, just roll with it).

Sure enough, when I went up to check, Mariah led me on a bit of a wild goose chase around my bed before beginning to hop downstairs, almost like she was going to go back to the kitchen. Halfway down she changed her mind and turned back around, but I managed to grab her on her way up and delivered her back to her confused but delighted husbun.

To be clear, the buns like the kitchen just fine, they have lots of hay, blankets and toys as well as each other. When they have the bedroom, Mariah wants in the kitchen. I think she just wants what she can't have.

And she probably would have gotten away with it, at least for a bit longer, if she wasn't so unsubtly chuffed with herself!