The Life and Times of Bunnies – Page 330 – The life stories of some very spoiled house rabbits

The Life and Times of Bunnies

Too Much Thumping

The other day dad was getting mad at me for thumping.

I was sitting in his office and I was thumping away, even though he kept telling me to stop and he said “why are you thumping Betsy, there’s nothing wrong.”

But I kept thumping.

Thump thump thump.

My thumps in dad’s office sound really loud because of the floor there. It’s great.

Thump thump thump.

Dad didn’t like this, and it bothered him enough to pick me up (oh the disgrace) and… put me on his chair???

What is this? Where am I? I’m so confused? And… I can’t thump on this soft stuff!!!

Oh well. I eventually started digging furiously in that blanket and biting it to show my disapproval and then finally dad helped me down (the edge of that chair is squishy and scary!).

I then quickly ran out into my box in the living room and hid. I’d thump at dad again but I don’t want to end up in that chair again!!

-Betsy

February 10, 2009
My Remodelling

I’ve been hard at work doing some renovations to the bunny condo dad made for us. It needed some upgrades, Betsy style.

For starters, dad forgot to add a back door! Fortunately I was able to take care of this obvious shortcoming in short order.

I didn’t really like that ramp to the 2nd floor, so I tore it down. Also, the floor was too smooth, so I roughed it up a bit.

I also widended the door leading from what dad called the “garage” into the main house. Dad says I need to learn to clean up after my work, but I say… that’s what your job is, dad!

My work here is done… for now!

-Betsy

February 5, 2009
Escape

The other day, I found that I could push on the edge of our enclosure and get the fence to swing out enough to squeeze through – freedom!

So the other night (well, early morning – dad and mum were sleeping in), I did it and Gus and I escaped!

Dad leaves the bedroom door open at night, so we snuck in – but he must have ears like a bunny because he heard us and chased us out!

When he found out how we’d escaped, he said:

“She’s like a raptor – she was testing the fences systematically for weaknesses…

…she remembers.”

Of course now he put something heavy by that edge of the enclosure, so I can’t push it out anymore.

But I’ll find another way – I’ll keep testing the fence, and I will remember any weaknesses I find!

-Betsy

February 2, 2009
Remodelling??

Dad was making some noise today (after we were brushed) and so Gus and I came out to investigate – and this is what we saw:

Where did all our stuff go??

Dad cleaned our litter box (always nice) but everything else in our area was gone!

Gus and I looked around everywhere for it – but we couldn’t find it! What did you do, dad?

Is my stuff up here?

No, seriously dad, what did you do with all my stuff?

We’re not happy with you dad. Go away.

Of course, while we were sulking, dad was making more noise. Eventually we went out to look, to see what he had done – maybe our stuff was back?

Whoah! Dad, what’s this?

Dad had made us our very own “bunny condo.”

He says it’s a “two story bunny condo with attached garage and 2nd floor balcony.”

Looks pretty nice to me…

Ohhh, and it has a balcony!

Looking in through the garage… mmm those edges look nice, I think I’ll chew on them later!

A ramp to the 2nd floor… I can see dad placed it strategically to stop me from digging in the corner. He thinks he’s so clever, but I’ll find a way around it!

Not a bad job, dad. I almost forgive you for taking away all our stuff earlier…

…almost.

-Betsy

February 1, 2009
Post-Brushing Depression

Post-brushing depression: “I has it.”

Both Betsy and I got brushed today. It was a nice day out, but we don’t like being brushed!

While I will admit that we’ve both been shedding (you might even say “molting”) quite a bit lately, that’s no excuse for dad to come and pick us up! And… the brushing took soooooo long!

But we’ll have our revenge – our fur aggrivates dad’s allergies really badly when he brushes us, so we know that he suffers just as much as we do!

-Gus

February 1, 2009
I’m Doing Quite Well, Thank You!

Oh my goodness, Betsy wasn’t kidding about that “Critical Care” stuff being awful. Actually the taste wasn’t bad, it was the being held very tightly by dad and having a syringe stuck in my mouth that was awful!!

I tell you, if that’s what not eating gets me, I’ll be eating my breakfast and dinner every day from now on, no matter what!!

-Gus

January 30, 2009
Gus Isn’t Feeling Well Today

Gus isn’t feeling too well today… I’m not sure why. He didn’t want any breakfast today, and I hear he even refused a treat from dad!

I think mum and dad are going to give him some of that nasty critical care stuff tonight… ugh I hate being fed that stuff! I ate my breakfast, I’m a good girl!

Maybe Gus will feel better though after having some, or after a good night’s sleep. I’ll let you know.

-Betsy

January 29, 2009
Bunny Loaves?

Mum and dad sometimes talk about “bunny loaves.” They say this is an example:

Mum also says that Gus is “white bread” and that I’m “multi-grain.” Dad thought this was hilarious.

Mum and Dad sure have a weird sense of humor.

-Betsy

January 28, 2009
We’ve got him trapped now!

Dad can’t leave his office when we’re on guard duty. Who could possibly stand the glare of two vicious guard bunnies like us?

Nobody, that’s who!

Now dad, you stay in your office so Betsy and I can have the run of the rest of the house.

-Gus

January 27, 2009
A Relative of Mine?

Mum found this bunny, Captain Mooncake – and I have to wonder… is he a relative of mine? Because we look somewhat alike!

Mum and dad both say we look very much alike, but of course anybun can see… that I am much more handsome. And there are other differences, too, but maybe you have to be a bunny to see them.

-Gus

January 25, 2009