This is clearly some sort of computer-generated fakery; I would never sit still and let dad (of all people) pet me!
Just an example of one of the many weird things I have to put up with.
Dad is such a dork.
There’s nothing for you to see here, just move along and let me eat my pellets in peace!
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.)
Pssst… hey dad… dad!
…It’s TIME TO FEED THE BUNNIES.
Hmm? What? Did you say treats? Treats! I want treats!
Gimme gimme gimme. Ignore Gus, just give me some treats!
Dad says he is our slave and has to do all this work in preparing our food for us. (Well, duh, obviously.)
Honestly I don’t see what the problem is – it doesn’t look like much work to me.
Though next time I’d prefer if he put that food in my bowl instead of storing it. In fact, just give it all to me!
Obviously he takes way too long in preparing it, but eventually dad does bring us dinner.
OM NOM NOM.
OK, thanks for dinner dad! …Now go away.