The Life and Times of Bunnies

So the other day, mum wanted a cuddle with us. So she made dad pick us up and then she snuggled us. (One at a time, of course – we are too much bun for any one person to handle all at once!)

Gus is no good with the snuggling – if you pat his nose just right, he starts to go all dreamy and relaxed.

Gus, THAT WILL NOT DO.

When I get snuggled I try to bury my head in mummy’s neck. Using my claws also helps too; I always try to keep them nice & sharp so nobody even thinks of picking me up! I also make sure that I shed as much as I can, to really aggravate mummy’s allergies and asthma. That way, she’ll put me down quicker.

But this time, nothing worked – dad grabbed me (after a short chase around the house) and mum snuggled me for a good long time, all the while petting my nose and stroking my ears. While this may be fine for her, I DON’T LIKE IT.

So, in retaliation, the next day I got up on the couch and chewed a hole in one of the pillows.

But I cleverly did it while mum & dad were out, so they couldn’t punish me for it! I win!

That should teach them not to pick me up!

-Betsy

Dear Auntie Leisa:

I miss you.Mum doesn’t give me as many treats as you. That makes me sad. And mad. So I have been acting really bad. But then Dad locks us up as punishment. I hate it here. Can I come  live with you?

Love Betsy
P.S I wouldn’t want Gus to come. Just so you know.

(Auntie Leisa is the one who took care of us while mum & dad were away.)

-Betsy

Dad has grounded us – or put us in “lockdown” as he calls it – for misbehaving.

I don’t know what he’s talking about. We didn’t do anything bad.

…Except for rip up the carpet a bit.

…And get on the couch and scratch it.

…And get under the side table and scratch that.

…And worm our way behind the couch where we’re not allowed (and haven’t been for years).

…And chomp on the power cord to a lamp.

…And continue chomping on the power cord to a lamp, after being told off by mummy, while she is still standing there watching me.

But other than that, we’ve been perfect little angel bunnies!

It’s so unfair.

-Betsy

Betsy got into some BIG trouble this weekend.

While mum and dad were out doing the grocery shopping (for us, of course) she got up on the couch (again).

But that’s not the worst of it… she got up there and she CHEWED a BIG HOLE in the couch cushion. (Well, kind of big… anyway, big enough to be noticed.)

Mum and dad were SO mad when they got back and found out.

Dad was especially disappointed. So as punishment he picked Betsy up (she hates that) and… well, these pictures kind of tell the rest of the story.

Dad said that this is what happens to bad bunnies.

Dad apparently has a dark side when it comes to major bunny damage.

Betsy was not enjoying this. But I think that was the point.

I could hear her say “get me out of here!”

I tried to tell Betsy it was her own fault, but she wouldn’t listen to me.

After that, dad kept us in lockdown for 3 days. (I was given extra treats to make up for having to be locked up too – one litterbox and all that.)

I can only hope Betsy learned her lesson and will stay away from the couch, and stick with things left on the floor – those kinds of things mum and dad can’t get mad at us for chewing (after all, they are the ones who leave them on the floor, right?)

-Gus

The other day dad was getting mad at me for thumping.

I was sitting in his office and I was thumping away, even though he kept telling me to stop and he said “why are you thumping Betsy, there’s nothing wrong.”

But I kept thumping.

Thump thump thump.

My thumps in dad’s office sound really loud because of the floor there. It’s great.

Thump thump thump.

Dad didn’t like this, and it bothered him enough to pick me up (oh the disgrace) and… put me on his chair???

What is this? Where am I? I’m so confused? And… I can’t thump on this soft stuff!!!

Oh well. I eventually started digging furiously in that blanket and biting it to show my disapproval and then finally dad helped me down (the edge of that chair is squishy and scary!).

I then quickly ran out into my box in the living room and hid. I’d thump at dad again but I don’t want to end up in that chair again!!

-Betsy

We… might have chewed a hole in the carpet… and maybe chewed dad’s Internet cable… though obviously not enough to break it…

…dad is letting us write this as part of our punishment. He locked us in the “bad bunny box” (i.e., the bathroom) for an hour. He was not happy.

We… may have also scratched up his arm a bit.

We will probably not be writing for a few days – dad says we are “grounded” until we learn our lesson. Gus is not happy either; he keeps saying he was innocent and that he was “unfairly” punished. But we’re not saying any more than that right now.

Anyway, it’s back to “lockdown” for me.

-Betsy

Oops.

After breakfast this morning we… got on the couch again. But dad heard us “plop” on the cusions and came out – he was REALLY mad. He squirted us with water, clapped his hands, said “no!” and then locked us up in our area AGAIN.

He said this is a new record for us – just two hours after being let out, we’re in trouble again. He said “next time you’re both going to end up in the ‘bad bunny box’!”

He’s no fun.

-Gus

Dad caught us both on the couch today. We’re not supposed to be up there. He squirted us with water and then we were grounded for the rest of the day.

I tried sulking, but dad didn’t react.

Maybe… I shouldn’t get on the couch? At least, not when dad’s around!

-Gus

Dad caught me on the couch today, dragging my front paws on the cushions. He wasn’t happy.

He squirted me with water. I didn’t like that. He said if I am caught up there again that I’ll be put in the “bad bunny box.”

I wonder what he means by that?

Maybe I should re-think my recreational strategy.

-Betsy

Mummy let us out this morning – finally! I was getting SO BORED being cooped up in that area. Betsy and I did a bunch of binkies!

Still, we didn’t get our morning treats – so I guess mum hasn’t totally forgiven us yet. Dad says we’re on “probation.” So we’ve got to watch ourselves.

Dad also said that when he goes out to the carpet store today, we might be put back under lockdown, because he said he can’t trust us anymore.

Bummer.

I guess I’d better make an effort to soften them up by looking extra cute… maybe I’ll jump up on the couch and say “hi” to mummy? She’ll like that, right?

-Gus