He’s always cleaning up our fur… food… hay… and other stuff we leave lying around. Which just means we get to have more fun making the mess all over again!
Also: we got a new box! I’m not sure about this one. It’s kind of… low?
What do you think?
-Gus
The other morning, dad got up to get a coffee. When he came back, this is what he found:
Sorry, dad. I’m not budging.
It’s MY desk now. You may sit there only if you promise not to disturb me.
To his credit, he did sit down very carefully and avoided putting his feet near me.
Oh, and in case you were wondering – all those wires are too high for me to reach – they’re just barely out of reach, too. Though that bothers Betsy more than me – she’s the one who likes to munch on wires, not me.
-Gus
When mummy gets sad, she sometimes says “I want a bunny,” after which dad heaves a big sigh and then chases us around the house until he catches us, picks us up (!!!) and puts us in mummy’s lap, where she pets us for a while.
Last night, this happened again. Gus was the first to be grabbed, and then it was my turn. After a while, I just didn’t want to be held anymore, so I tried to climb away from mummy.
My escape plan didn’t go well.
Ummm… how do I get down from here?
This is not good.
I guess it’s an improvement – I’m not being held. But it’s tough to get your footing up there!
Eventually I did get down.
Note to self: climbing up on mummy doesn’t work well.
Though it was fun to be on the couch!
-Betsy
Mum and dad went to someplace called the “Metropolitan Museum of Art” this weekend.
Dad said we couldn’t come along because our constant disapproval would’ve shattered the sculptures and set the old paintings on fire.
He’s no fun.
Above: Forget cats, the Egyptians apparently also thought rather highly of rabbits.
Quite possibly the earliest depiction of “rabbit dissaproval” as well.
Is that a bird or a rabbit?
Oh, it’s a “rabbit running in field.” If you ask me, I would’ve titled it “rabbit giving you the foot-flick.”
Whoah! Those are some tough looking bunnies! (Is that bottom one holding a lizard in its mouth? Ewww!) The top one looks like he’s about to charge! This is undoubtedly the last work by this artist, as he didn’t survive the encounter with such vicious rabbits.
So, there you have some of the best selections of rabbit art throughout the ages.
I, of course, completely dissaprove.
-Gus
It’s just a fun place to be!
Until dad shows up with his camera.
Dad, what ARE you doing?
Betsy wonders the same thing, but from a safe distance.
Watch out Betsy – dad’s watching!
Time to settle down for a bit. Maybe dad will leave us alone if we just sit really still.
Yep, it worked!
-Gus
Every morning, when dad first comes out, he says hi to us. But he doesn’t say it normal – he does his best Chou Chou impression and says:
“Good morning, ladies, you got yourself a cup of java?”
I hate to break it to you, dad, but you’re not on Coffee with Chou.
Weirdo.
-Betsy
Mum was so unhappy about us being in the Bunny Temple of Doom that she put a towel and a pillow in there to keep us out – or, I guess, to keep our nails from scratching the wood.
It’s just not a “temple of doom” though when you’re sitting on a pillow, mum!
-Gus
Dad went looking for us the other day. Eventually he found us.
I guess being a white rabbit didn’t help. Betsy, on the other hand, is almost invisible!
Oops, BUSTED! Mum says we’re not supposed to climb in her good furniture!
But you have disturbed the Bunny of Doom, dad – and now you will pay… with treats, right? Right? No?
Oh bother.
-Gus
I have some very important advice to pass on to all you humans out there – something my dad learned the hard way last night:
Don’t get into a staring contest with a rabbit. We always win.
-Gus
We found a new bunny blog today called Carlton Jamal, the life of an Ethnic Bunny.
It’s so nice to find other bunnies on the “intarweb.” Go check it out! There are lots of videos there – and who doesn’t love videos of rabbits?
-Gus