So last weekend my dad grabbed me again and took me outside to get groomed. I guess I’m sort of getting used to it – and it does feel nice to have all this loose fur gone. I guess I am sort of shedding a lot at the moment.
Betsy and I have been spending a lot of time under the bed lately – it’s very warm out, or so I hear – my house is climate controlled so it’s always 72 degrees in here. Still, it’s summertime, and that means relaxing under the bed, and trying to get Betsy to groom me. I’ve even started trying to groom her – taking to heart the idea of “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” But so far it’s not working very well – I guess I don’t groom quite as well as Betsy does. Ah well.
Well, it’s near that time when I pop out into the living room for when dad gets home. Bye!
It’s so nice to have my mum home again. She was in this “New Jersey” place for a really long time; Gus said she was there for that “work” thing that humans do. I’m so glad she’s home, though. I missed her. Unlike my dad, who picks me up sometimes, my mummy never does that. She talks to me and sometimes gives me a quick little pat – but only quick and little, because she knows that I get scared.
The best thing is that she gets up before dad, and she gives us treats nice and early. When she was gone, sometimes Gus would have to jump on the bed just to wake dad up to remind him to get up and give us our treats! But mummy never forgets.
Gus says I’m a “mummy’s girl,” and I guess I am. I love my mummy!
So, on Saturday my parents told me they’d be gone for the night to someplace called “New Jersey.” Well, lo and behold, no one was here to give me my treats Sunday morning. So in retaliation I ripped up one part of the new “bunny fort” that they’d set up for us. I also tipped over a bowl of pellets, and asked Betsy to really get into destroying that phone book they left out for us.
Sunday afternoon my dad came home and saw the destruction, but he wasn’t mad. Though he did notice that my fur is a bit ruffled from all that work – and I think it’s shedding season (again). So that night he grabbed me (!!!) and took me out on the porch. I was a bit upset at being picked up, but when he started to groom me with his hands, brushing off all the extra fur, I sort of relaxed. It was actually quite enjoyable – like a bunny massage! So, for my part, I forgave him for missing my treats that one morning. Just don’t let it happen again, dad!
Lately, my dad has been sleeping in a bit late in the morning – especially on the weekends. So to help remind him that he needs to give me my treats, I’ve started jumping up on the bed to wake him up. It seems to work; he usually gets right up after I get on the bed, and gives me a few pats before I jump down and wait for him to feed me.
This week, my dad filled my litter box with too much litter (he uses Care-Fresh, I think). I don’t like it when there’s too much litter in there; it feels weird when you sit on it. And it just begs to be dug in.
So, I did dig in it. It was great fun. I got some good distance on the bits of litter as well!
My dad didn’t appreciate my skill, however, and he kept sweeping up the litter and putting it back in the box. So I dug it out again. And again. He didn’t seem to be getting the hint until the other day, when he finally emptied a bit of the litter out, leaving just the right amount in the box. So now I’m happy.
Also, he’s put out some really nice hay right next to the litter box, which I like. Nothing like munching on some oat hay while sitting in the comfort & safety of your litter box!
Well, it’s getting late (in the morning), so I’m going back under the bed!
My dad was at the computer for quite a while tonight, muttering something about “widget-compatible themes.” I didn’t understand what he was grumbling about, but when I checked later on, I saw that there are now photos of myself and Betsy in the sidebar of this site!
I’m quite excited – maybe I’ll become the next Inter-web star. I know I could beat the pants off of the Cadbury Bunny!