Dad doesn’t understand why I hang out by our Buddha statute sometimes.
I told him he’ll never reach bunny enlightenment with that sort of attitude.
So the other day I’m just chillin’ in dad’s office, just relaxing and thinking about bunny stuff, when dad gets off his chair and comes down to my level.
Naturally, I had to investigate.
Sadly, there were no treats to be had – just dad and his stupid camera. Which you can’t eat. (Trust me on this one – I’ve tried.)
Dad recently got a new camera. Now he’s taking more pictures of us than before. It’s a bit annoying.
Every time he comes down, I have to go check him out – just in case he has some treats hidden on him somewhere.
But, he never does. It’s just him and his stupid camera.
I’m very disappointed (in you dad, of course). Next time, bring treats.
Yesterday, dad kind of surprised us while we were… um… doing absolutely nothing at all.
“Oh… hi there, dad. I didn’t notice you. No, we’re not up to anything. Just… um… go about your normal business; pay no attention to us.”
Dad didn’t seem to be convinced, so thinking quickly, I decided to “act casual” to dispel any suspicions he might have.
Gus was taking a nap in the (freshly cleaned) litter box last night, so I took a turn at being the “guard bunny.” But then dad showed up with his camera.
(I may also have gotten some treats out of the deal.)
Despite evidence to the contrary, we do not just sleep all day. We actually do get up and move around… especially when it’s time for dad to feed us.
See? We’re very active. Now it’s time to go eat and then take a nap.
Thank you everyone for wishing me well. I am (mostly) feeling better now, although I am still furious about the way I’ve been treated.
For starters, I have taken some big chomps out of some of mum’s favorite (and most expensive) shoes. That’ll teach her to participate in bunny torture (a.k.a., critical care syringe feeding)!!
This revenge is particularly effective because I haven’t touched any of mum’s shoes in years, so she wasn’t expecting it. Kind of like how I wasn’t expecting being taken to the vet and put under anesthesia to have something cut out of the side of my face! Or how I wasn’t expecting to be force fed critical care 3 times a day for over a week!
My revenge on dad will be a little bit more difficult – he is very careful about keeping his things out of our reach. I don’t want to spoil the surprise, but here are some things I might do:
Those are just some ideas, and I’m still thinking of the best way to enact my revenge on dad. One thing you can be sure of though – it’ll come when he least expects it!
I will have my revenge!!