WITH their cute faces, love of cuddles and general fluffiness - it is easy to think of our rabbits as nothing more than docile, loving pets.

But do not let their looks deceive you.

Jeff and Gavin are evil geniuses, always looking for a chance to escape or a bit of food they can fight over.

I think Jeff is the leader of this devilish duo.

He is the first to dive across your arm when he hears the lock on the cage open, desperate to get the bit of cucumber or carrot you are bringing them as a treat.

He is also the first to stand to attention whenever he hears the patio doors opening, waiting for his opportunity to strike.

Despite my obvious concerns about their intelligence, my daughter is oblivious and is in love with her pets.

She loves nothing more than lying on the grass with them as they clamber on top of her.

Lying across her back or perched on her legs.

Sean, always looking to save a few pounds, has fashioned a run for them.

The "construction" is made out of an old playpen, fire guard, table and insulated chicken wire as well as string and whatever else to keep it together.

It may not exactly looks as pretty as the conventional rabbit runs but it does the trick.

The rabbits enjoy being in there, Daisy enjoys being in there. It is safe and secure - the baby play pen is tall enough so a toddler couldn't clamber out let alone a small, teeny-tiny rabbit.

Or so we thought.

Like I said, those bunnies are definitely up to something.

And we found out what on Saturday.

All outside, enjoying the sun, bunnies in the hutch. Jeff got on to his hind feet and suddenly leapt.

He cleared the cage walls, landed outside the cage and scampered away.

It took us a moment to close our gaping mouths as we wondered how Jeff had suddenly become feline before we scrambled to our feet.

A mad scamper then took place - between both us and Jeff - as we tried to track him down and make sure he did not escape the confines of the garden.

If he could manage the wall - could he make it over the fence?

All that was needed for the next five minutes was the Benny Hill music as we chased him around the garden eventually trapping him between the shed and the garden wall, scooping him up and popping him back into his cage.

But no doubt he is biding his time and waiting to launch the next great escape.