Despite how it might look, we’re not actually snuggling – we’re sharing one of the best napping spots in the house, under our dilapidated old cardboard box thing.
Dad of course says we’re being “snuggle bunnies,” but he’s wrong, wrong, wrong.
-Gus
Today is International Rabbit Day. Wait, isn’t every day “rabbit day” around here?
And does this mean we get more treats today?
Are there any treats over here?
Hey, dad… where are my treats? Don’t you know what day it is?
No treats? I’m… very disappointed in you, dad.
Look at poor Betsy, dad. She wants a treat. Won’t you give her (and me) one? I think it’d be in your best interest. If Betsy doesn’t get a treat, she might start hungerly eyeing mum’s shoes, if you know what I mean…
C’mon dad, how can you say no to us?
Oh, now you’ve done it. Betsy says “I’m over you, dad.” You’ve been snubbed.
I’ll tell you what, dad… it’s a whole day event here. There had better be some more treats for us by the end of the day. That’s all I’m saying.
Happy International Rabbit Day to everyone else…
-Gus
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.
It’s important to sniff everywhere to look for potentially dropped treats. (Gus needs to learn there are no treats by my backside!)
Oh, dad, it’s just you, taking pictures.
Stop taking pictures, dad, and feed me!
See? We’re very active. Now it’s time to go eat and then take a nap.
-Betsy
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.
Fortunately, I have already started on my plan for revenge.
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!!
-Betsy

Betsy doesn’t want to make a fuss out of it, but mum and dad were so excited when they saw this in her litter box this morning:
For those without super-bunny-vision, those black dots are poops. Betsy’s poops.
Betsy also ate a good portion of her dinner last night, so she didn’t get force fed last night, and I think she might even avoid it this morning as well. This is good, because dad’s been trying every trick in the book – apple & banana critical care (spoiler: it doesn’t really taste like apples or bananas), mushed up banana & water, tummy rubs, papaya tablets, and more.
As I said, mum and dad were all excited (and relieved) about all this. I don’t know what the big deal is – I eat and poop all the time!
Also, don’t tell Betsy, but I overheard dad on the phone with the VET yesterday… I think she has a follow-up appointment tomorrow. But maybe since she’s pooping now she can avoid going to the vet… but we’ll see. (I think she still needs antibiotic injections.) Still, at least she won’t be spending the night there or anything – not great, but not as bad as it could be, right?
…OK, actually I’m just really relieved that it’s not ME that’s going to the vet. But can you blame me??
-Gus
