Just an example of one of the many weird things I have to put up with.
Dad is such a dork.
In this warm weather (or, at least, I think it’s warm out – I wouldn’t know; it’s always 72°F in our room) it’s important for bunnies to stay well hydrated.
So be sure to drink up!
I know it’s been a while, but we’re still around – we’ve just been… busy.
See? Very busy, with very important bunny business!
(In case you’re wondering, it was a fairly decent meal.)
…And don’t you forget it!
Lesson two: how to tell if it’s time to feed your bunny.
It’s always time to feed your bunny. But there are different ways to communicate how late you are with feeding your bunny. For example:
Feed me now:
Why haven’t you fed me yet?
Lesson one: the subtleties of bunny communication.
Mildly interested in you:
Despises your very existence:
See the difference?
Next time: how to tell when it’s time to feed your bunny.
So, we moved to a new house.
Mum and dad say things aren’t quite all unpacked or set up yet, but as long as my food bowl & litter box are in the right spot, I don’t mind. Besides, I’ve got lots of chinning & sniffing to do.
Oh, and I also need to sit and admire my new domain.
Oh, right, sorry Betsy… I mean “our” domain.
Sorry, what’s that, dad? “Your” house? Ha ha ha, nope! It’s MINE!
Now bring me some treats.
Pssst… hey dad… dad!
…It’s TIME TO FEED THE BUNNIES.
Wait, what do you mean by “moving?” I didn’t give you permission to move!
We’re just going to sit here until you put all the furniture back the way it was.
Even though dad says we’re not moving far, and that we’ll have a yard to play in (while supervised), a garden to grow food & treats for us, and a bigger house to explore, I’m still not happy with the changes.