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

One good thing about the “jail” dad set up is that the bunny temple is fun now. Dad turned it so that the entrance is off to the side - so you can’t see in from the rest of the room. Which makes it a perfect place to hide when you don’t want anyone to see you. It’s great!

Although every so often dad will come around saying “where’s Betsy?” and he’ll bend over and look inside the temple. But if you back up really far in, he can’t see you unless he gets down to the floor and looks inside.

-Betsy

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

I guess I’m just like my mummy - I have a “thing” for shoes.

-Betsy

Dad and mom were both late in getting up and feeding us this morning.

So to keep myself amused while I waited an eternity for my breakfast, I decided to dig in my litter box. I always have the feeling that if I just keep digging a little further, I’ll find a prize - like a big box of crackers or something.

When dad finally got up though, he was not impressed with my digging. Typical.

-Betsy

Actually mum, you’ve been home for long enough now that I’m going back to my normal mode of silent indifference to your existence.

But please don’t forget to give me some extra treats or else I’ll chew your shoes!

-Betsy

After breakfast, Betsy and I like to lounge around before we start making trouble for dad.

Hmmm… I guess dad is right, I do need to be brushed. I’m getting a little shaggy!

-Gus

Dad left the door to the bedroom open last night! So Gus and I quickly snuck in… but unfortunately the door to mummy’s closet was still closed. Then, dad came in and told us to get out.

Foiled, again!

-Betsy