I don’t care how cute I look – NO TOUCHING.
On the other hand, if you were to, say, put out a few treats for me, I might relax that rule… for just a little while, though.
Just sayin’.
-Betsy
There is absolutely nothing to see here, and the bunny in this picture is not at all up to anything bad, nor is she thinking about chewing the carpet, the legs of your chairs, or anything else.
Also we have obscured the identity of this bunny so you have no idea who it is.
NO IDEA.
NOPE.
NONE.
Any resemblance to any other bunny in this household is purely coincidental.
-Betsy
What’s that, dad? You say someone suggested we replace our box in your office, the one by the bunnycam?
Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.
-Betsy

Lately I’ve been unhappy with the placement of our box. (Well, I’ve been unhappy about a lot of things – like being brushed, having my nails clipped, being picked up, breakfast being late, dinner not having enough parsley, insufficient treats, too much attempts at petting me, but… I won’t get into that.)
So, I finally decided to move it myself, since dad is useless in this regard.
As a bonus, our box now serves as a barrier to our area that only we can get through!
We also decorated it, to make sure dad understands the meaning and stops trying to move it back. Hopefully this time he gets the point.
-Betsy
