If the object was to liven up Tosh's existence after the death of his companion, we've succeeded. The bleeding was from a ripped out claw. He seems a whole lot better this morning.
Shally and Shaz are still little more than babies, clumsy and lollopy, with feet too big for the rest of their bodies. They spend their waking lives exploring and haven't yet got the hang of what litter trays are for. They don't particularly like being touched- few rabbits do- but if I sit on the floor they'll come over and check me out. This morning Shally tried to eat a silver ring off my finger.