I’ve been keeping myself busy and lately I’ve started exploring the rest of the house – finding all the best places to flop or take a nap and ways to sucker mum & dad into giving me more treats.
Lounging beside the fireplace is a good place to spend the day – it’s a more central location, so I can keep an eye on mum & dad and pop out to demand treats whenever I want.
Underneath the chair is a good hiding place, too – maybe even better than behind the couch!
Sometimes I even make the trek all the way down the hall to dad’s office – to check on him, and make sure he’s working hard (so that he can buy me more treats).
Yes, it sure is a lot of tough work being as busy as I am these days.
Geez dad, you’d think you’d know the answer to this question by now – there’s always a bunny under there!
Gus suddenly wasn’t feeling good this weekend, and though mum & dad took him to the vet right away, Sunday morning he couldn’t get up very well and he was very cold – so I snuggled up to him to try and keep him warm. But mum & dad said it wasn’t enough, and he had to go to the emergency room – but he didn’t come back.
It’s a little weird now not having to fight over the best bits of dinner, or squeeze past anybun in the cardboard tunnel, but mum & dad have been talking to me a lot and giving me lots of pats (no thanks) and treats (yes please).
Mum & dad seem pretty upset, but I’m not too worried about it – I’ll see Gus again someday.
Goodbye, Gus – I’ll leave some pellets in the bowl for you (but the kale is mine!).
This is clearly some sort of computer-generated fakery; I would never sit still and let dad (of all people) pet me!
There’s nothing for you to see here, just move along and let me eat my pellets in peace!
So, I’m in jail… again. Dad’s got me locked up in my area and isn’t letting me out (except for short and closely supervised time in the morning and evening).
I’m innocent, though! I was framed! It was, uh, some other bunny who peed on the carpet, not me!
What’s that? Mumm said she saw me do it? Right in front of her own eyes? Um… maybe she was hallucinating?
As you can imagine, being locked up like this is very exhausting. I hope I can get out soon!
You don’t want to see my other faces – now bring me my breakfast!!
New Year, same as before, give me some treats or I’ll poop on your floor.
Hmm? What? Did you say treats? Treats! I want treats!
Gimme gimme gimme. Ignore Gus, just give me some treats!
Dad says he is our slave and has to do all this work in preparing our food for us. (Well, duh, obviously.)
Honestly I don’t see what the problem is – it doesn’t look like much work to me.
Though next time I’d prefer if he put that food in my bowl instead of storing it. In fact, just give it all to me!