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.
-Betsy
Clean litterbox day just got even better! Dad bought some white Care-Fresh litter, which means the other day I was not only able to enjoy clean litterbox day (always nice), but that I could use the litter as camouflage to become invisible!
Ha ha, you can’t see me now, dad!
This is the life.
-Gus
Every year, dad tries to take a photo of us for his Christmas card. (It never turns out well – for him, or for us.) This year, he tried to keep things simple, but… well… you’ll see.
We don’t like being picked up and put in strange places, dad. Never you mind that we both have jumped up here at various points in the past, that doesn’t count!
As you can imagine, we don’t take dad’s direction on how to pose very well. Nobody wants to see your bum, Gus!
Dad’s attempts to “pose” us himself don’t work out too well.
While Gus tries to talk some sense into dad, I try to find a way off this chair.
I think Gus was starting to get into the “spirit” of things a little tiny bit. I, on the other hand, was getting tired of all this, and I let dad know by giving him a good disapproving stare.
Dad tried “posing” me, but he only has the 2 hands – he can’t pose us both at the same time!
I disapprove of this.
I really disapprove of this.
Trying a different angle, dad? It won’t work. Just give up.
Even Gus is getting tired of this by now.
Dad started to get desperate towards the end, and took overhead shots of us. Nice try, but no.
Zooming in doesn’t count as another try, dad. Maybe you’re just not cut out for this?
Can we get down now?
Eventually, after much flipping back and forth between these photos (and many more he took that didn’t turn out), dad and mum settled on this one for the Christmas card this year:
They put a nice festive red border around it and everything – it looks… OK, I guess. But definitely not worth all the hassle he put us through for it.
Well, that’s all for now – hope everybunny has a nice Christmas filled with cranberries, banana, and other treats!
-Betsy
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.
I’m sure we totally fooled him.
-Gus
Enjoying Clean Litterbox day like I do is a bit of an acquired taste. Betsy, for example, just doesn’t quite get it.
Whereas I, on the other hand, take every opportunity to enjoy Clean Litterbox Day to the fullest.
On a related note, I like this new litter dad is switching over to. It’s white, just like me – maybe next Clean Litterbox Day I’ll be able to hide in the litterbox and dad won’t be able to see me! That would be great.
-Gus
It’s none of your business, dad, what I’m doing over here, so you just put that camera down and go back into your office and leave me alone. I have… very important bunny things to do, OK?
-Betsy
Dad came into our area the other day, so I popped up to say hello. (And also to see if he had any treats for me.)
So, hey, dad, got any treats?
Hmmm? Any treats?
What do you mean, “I have a one-track mind?”
You’re not making any sense. Come back when you have more treats.
-Betsy
Can you guess whose ear this is?
If you can’t guess, then you don’t know us very well, and I disapprove of that.
-Gus
As you know, both Gus and I like to take naps in dad’s office. Most of the time he doesn’t bother us.
But sometimes, he does. (Like when he takes my picture.)
Geez, can’t a bun get some peace and quiet around here!
-Betsy
It’s that time of year again, when mum and dad stink up the house with their weird food.
Dad says we have lots to be thankful for, like having each other to snuggle with.
Of course I don’t know what he’s talking about – it’s a trick of the light that we look like we’re snuggling here.
Personally I’m thankful for cranberries and clean litterboxes. Betsy says she’s thankful for carrots and mum. What is everybun else thankful for?
-Gus