The Life and Times of Bunnies

It took us a while, but we broke out again last night. Unfortunately, dad once again woke up and found us. I don’t know how he does it, we’re so quiet! I think he has a 6th sense for mischievous rabbits.

Also, I don’t think dad was very happy at being woken up so early… he gave us quite a chase!

So today we’re going to hang out in his office and see if we can convince him that we don’t need to be locked up at night anymore. (I heard him say something about “reinforcing the door,” in regards to our jail, and I don’t like the sound of that!)

-Gus

So… we broke out again last night. Betsy helped by digging at the bottom of the jail, and I pulled really hard on the “door” until it broke loose.

Unfortunately, dad heard us break out and came and shooed us back in. But we were determined!

Later that night, after we were sure dad was asleep (he’s a light sleeper, like us really) we broke out again. It was harder this time - dad had tried to secure the door, but we prevailed! Into the bedroom we went! Oh it was fun to be free.

At least, until dad woke up.

He was very tired and very grumpy, so he just chased us out of the bedroom. But when he got up later, at his normal time, he locked us in the jail again - no fair, dad! It’s daytime, we’re supposed to be let out now!

I gave him the “look of death” but even that didn’t work. So Betsy tried the “cute eyes,” but that didn’t work either.

I guess we’re stuck in here until dad lets us out, or we can escape again.

-Gus

So, the “being cute” thing wasn’t working - dad was still locking us up at night. Drat! We must’ve done something really bad this time.

But last night, Betsy and I made an escape attempt - and it worked! We wiggled past the edge of the bunny barrier and roamed free while mum & dad were sleeping. Better still, they had left the bedroom door open, thinking we were safely locked away. So we got into the bedroom! And best of all, they’d taken the protective barrier around the bed apart to make the bunny barrier, so we could get under the bed!!!

Unfortunately, dad heard us after a while and woke up and chased us out of the bedroom. Drat!

Then, he went back to sleep and didn’t get up until late. Betsy and I were sooooooo hungry! I mean, was that really necessary dad?

Later in the day, I popped out to use my litter box, and found that dad had re-built the bunny barrier - he now called it the “bunny gulag.”

Uh-oh, this isn’t looking so good.

Oh dear, a door and everything!

We may need to re-evaluate our behavior.

-Gus

I think dad and mum finally got fed up with Betsy ripping up little bits of the carpet. (Oh all right, I suppose I joined in too, from time to time.)

Last night we came out to the living room to find that our corner space had been fenced-in. Then dad chased us around the house and picked us up and put us in there for the night - to “keep us out of trouble” he said.

He let us out again in the morning, but still… I haven’t been confined to a “cage” at night since I was very little. And Betsy, who lived much of her early life in an outdoor hutch/cage, really didn’t like it.

So Betsy and I talked a bit last night (not having much else to do)… and here’s what we’ll do. We’ll turn on the “cute” factor… we’ll turn it WAY up. I’m sure mom and dad will soon break down and let us roam free again. How could they possibly resist us?

-Gus

Today I just really, really, really got the urge to dig. Y’know how you feel, when you just want to sink your paws into something and dig really fast… and that wonderful feeling when whatever you’re digging in actually gives way, and you start to make progress on a hole?

Yeah.

I didn’t make a hole, but I did dig in my litter box. Dad wasn’t impressed, though. He said I made a big mess.

But it felt sooooooo gooooood…

-Betsy

I’m not admitting anything here, but last night we may or may not have gotten onto the couch, and… may or may not have peed on it. I’m not saying we did. And I’m not saying we didn’t.

But just in case we did, Betsy hid in the dining room this morning when mom came out, and I acted very affectionate towards dad in hopes of distracting them.

It didn’t work.

This may or may not turn out well.

-Gus

Dad said I went on a destructive rampage today.

I don’t know what he’s talking about. I’m just eating my carrot!

It was fun when I did it… now can you put it back, dad?

-Betsy

Well, dad has let us out of “jail” but we’re still banned from the other half of the house (his office and the guest bedroom).

I don’t think I will ever want to chew mom and dad’s furniture ever again if this is what happens when I do.

-Gus

Uh oh… it seems like we got a little too enthusiastic about being under the new bed. I guess we chewed on some things that dad didn’t want us chewing on… and we’ve been banned from under the bed. There’s a weird make-shift gate-thing going all the way around the bed now, and we can’t get in.

Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.

-Betsy

A while ago, the bedroom door had been left open, so Betsy and I went in to explore. We also found that the closet had been left open, so we explored that, too. It was fun - there was this shoe-rack-thing on the floor that we could squeeze behind, under the hanging clothes, all the way in the back - and nobody could see us! Perfect!

At least, it was perfect until mom & dad started looking everywhere for us. Eventually they found us in the closet, and we had to get out. But it was a fun place, so we remembered it.

Today, my dad left the bedroom door open for a few minutes while he was doing that weird “shaving” thing, and Betsy and I took advantage of it! We snuck in, right under his nose! He didn’t even notice us when he came in and closed the bedroom door. So we hung out in the closet for a bit… until dad realized we were gone and came looking for us. By now, he knew where to look - and he found us right away.

Still, Betsy and I didn’t want to leave the room - we hardly ever get to go in there! So he was trying to get us to leave, but Betsy and I had decided to stay. So we ran around his legs and kept running back and forth around the bed, avoiding the doorway.

Unfortunately, dad was… persistent… and eventually he chased us out. You’re no fun, dad!

After all that excitement, I got a bite to eat, used my litter box, and came back into dad’s office and plopped down on  his chair. I was a little upset with him for chasing us out, but it was kind of fun, while it lasted!

-Gus