Mum and dad are always asking what I’m thinking about when I’m bunched up and sitting under my box.
The other day I got tired of them always asking, so I broke down and told them:
-Betsy
It’s important that I know what’s going on everywhere in the house – that’s why it’s crucial that I sit somewhere so that I can see as much of the house as possible.
Like right in the doorway to dad’s office:
You see, I can look out the door and down into the rest of the house, while at the same time keep an eye on dad. It’s the perfect watching spot!
Of course it does mean that dad has a hard time getting out of his office, but oh well.
-Gus
As we all know, this is my house. Mine. (Dad sometimes forgets this.)
Naturally, I have no problem with just flopping wherever I want to, since after all, this is my house.
Dad thought I was being “weird” when he saw me lying in the middle of the hallway, but really, it’s not weird at all. It’s my house, I can flop wherever I want to.
-Gus
A wise bunny (probably me) once said: “Happiness is a clean litter box.”
So true:
Yes, I do love a nice clean litter box – but then, who wouldn’t?
Of course, my enjoyment of a clean litter box can only last so long. Eventually Betsy will jump in (while I’m still in here!) and try to push me out of the way so she can use the box (for its named purpose). Then, inevitably, on the 2nd day Betsy will get the urge to dig in the litter box, scattering the nice clean litter all over the place – and after that, it’s never quite the same (even though dad does usually come by and clean up Betsy’s mess).
Still, it’s nice while it lasts. Dad tends to think that I’m kind of weird for liking to lay in my clean litter box – but I think that’s just because he’s never tried it, so he doesn’t understand how nice it is.
Do any other bunnies enjoy lounging in freshly cleaned litter boxes?
-Gus
As we all know, I lead a very busy life. Because of this, I need to take frequent breaks… which I take whenever I want to, wherever I happen to be at the time.
Like, say, right next to dad’s desk, while he’s hard at work:
“Don’t mind me, dad, I’m just taking a quick nap. You keep working though.”
-Gus
My dad tells me that the For Bunny Sake Rabbit Rescue organization is actually kind of near where I live.
Dad also tells me that they are trying to raise money to build a permanent shelter & education site for rabbits – I think this is a Good Idea.
So, if you can (and I know you can), please give them a donation – even a small one would help. It’s super-easy – you can donate with PayPal on their website (you have to scroll down a bit), or donate via check or even just drop off supplies that they need!
So, c’mon. Help them out. If you do, I promise to… not disapprove of your very existence (for a little while, anyway).
-Gus
I am still the king of the big chair, as I proved to dad today when I jumped right into it (surprising dad quite a bit in the process):
Of course, dad didn’t quite like it when I started attacking the brown blanket – biting and chewing and tossing it. So he shoo-shoo-ed me out of the chair (but not before I grunted at him a few times in disapproval).
I am the King, dad, the KING!
-Gus