ZZZZZZZZzzzzzzz…..
-Gus
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Monday Bunday: Passing Time Behind Bars
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No Treats = Bunny Abuse
This weekend, we escaped (again). Dad wasn’t very happy, so he didn’t give us treats.
I submit that depriving rabbits of their rightful morning treats is tantamount to “bunny abuse.”
Unfortunately, every time we escape, dad finds a way to stop us from getting out that way again. Eventually we’re going to run out of tricks!
Also: I found a way under the bed this weekend when no one was looking – all by myself! And mum and dad thought I was still in the office, so they even closed the door and left me in there! It was great!
Well, it was great until dad realized where I was… and then realized that I’d… um… chewed his phone cord… again…
I had to spend a while sitting alone in the dark of the bathroom for that one. It wasn’t fun. So that’s why when this morning Betsy said she’d found a way behind the couch, I declined to go with her – and a good thing, too. Mummy was NOT happy when she found Betsy behind the couch!
When I put it like that, it seems like we had a very eventful weekend, even though it didn’t feel like it. Dad’s computer thing was “under construction” all weekend, so that’s why we didn’t write.
Well, I’m going to go stretch my legs in the living room for a bit. Later!
-Gus
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Semi-Shredded Cardboard Thing
Believe me, it’s a lot of fun to chew and rip!
-Gus
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New Chew Thing
Last night a new thing showed up in our area – it was a bit of cardboard, but it was… different somehow. Like it had been half-run through a shredder or something. Actually, when I pulled on it, it expanded like an accordion. Weird!
Dad said that it came as packing material with his “Green Mountain Coffee” stuff that he drinks all the time. Whatever dad.
Actually, this thing is pretty fun! It’s fun to chew because it’s broken up, you can really get some satisfying tearing going on! I’ve gotta show this to Betsy!
-Gus
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Busted, Yet Again!!!
It took us a while, but we broke out again last night. Unfortunately, dad once again woke up and found us. I don’t know how he does it, we’re so quiet! I think he has a 6th sense for mischievous rabbits.
Also, I don’t think dad was very happy at being woken up so early… he gave us quite a chase!
So today we’re going to hang out in his office and see if we can convince him that we don’t need to be locked up at night anymore. (I heard him say something about “reinforcing the door,” in regards to our jail, and I don’t like the sound of that!)
-Gus
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Busted, Again
So… we broke out again last night. Betsy helped by digging at the bottom of the jail, and I pulled really hard on the “door” until it broke loose.
Unfortunately, dad heard us break out and came and shooed us back in. But we were determined!
Later that night, after we were sure dad was asleep (he’s a light sleeper, like us really) we broke out again. It was harder this time – dad had tried to secure the door, but we prevailed! Into the bedroom we went! Oh it was fun to be free.
At least, until dad woke up.
He was very tired and very grumpy, so he just chased us out of the bedroom. But when he got up later, at his normal time, he locked us in the jail again – no fair, dad! It’s daytime, we’re supposed to be let out now!
I gave him the “look of death” but even that didn’t work. So Betsy tried the “cute eyes,” but that didn’t work either.
I guess we’re stuck in here until dad lets us out, or we can escape again.
-Gus
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Bunny Temple, Take 2
One good thing about the “jail” dad set up is that the bunny temple is fun now. Dad turned it so that the entrance is off to the side – so you can’t see in from the rest of the room. Which makes it a perfect place to hide when you don’t want anyone to see you. It’s great!
Although every so often dad will come around saying “where’s Betsy?” and he’ll bend over and look inside the temple. But if you back up really far in, he can’t see you unless he gets down to the floor and looks inside.
-Betsy
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Watching Dad
It creeps dad out when I sit behind him in his office and just stare at him. He’ll turn around and say “Gus, what are you doing?”
If I really want to freak him out, I don’t say anything. But I always think of things I could say:
- “I’m plotting your inevitable demise.”
- “Setting you on fire… with my mind!”
- “Wondering why you haven’t fed me yet, and how to properly punish you for this transgression.”
-Gus
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Jailbreak!
So, the “being cute” thing wasn’t working – dad was still locking us up at night. Drat! We must’ve done something really bad this time.
But last night, Betsy and I made an escape attempt – and it worked! We wiggled past the edge of the bunny barrier and roamed free while mum & dad were sleeping. Better still, they had left the bedroom door open, thinking we were safely locked away. So we got into the bedroom! And best of all, they’d taken the protective barrier around the bed apart to make the bunny barrier, so we could get under the bed!!!
Unfortunately, dad heard us after a while and woke up and chased us out of the bedroom. Drat!
Then, he went back to sleep and didn’t get up until late. Betsy and I were sooooooo hungry! I mean, was that really necessary dad?
Later in the day, I popped out to use my litter box, and found that dad had re-built the bunny barrier – he now called it the “bunny gulag.”
Uh-oh, this isn’t looking so good.
Oh dear, a door and everything!
We may need to re-evaluate our behavior.
-Gus
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We’re In Trouble
I think dad and mum finally got fed up with Betsy ripping up little bits of the carpet. (Oh all right, I suppose I joined in too, from time to time.)
Last night we came out to the living room to find that our corner space had been fenced-in. Then dad chased us around the house and picked us up and put us in there for the night – to “keep us out of trouble” he said.
He let us out again in the morning, but still… I haven’t been confined to a “cage” at night since I was very little. And Betsy, who lived much of her early life in an outdoor hutch/cage, really didn’t like it.
So Betsy and I talked a bit last night (not having much else to do)… and here’s what we’ll do. We’ll turn on the “cute” factor… we’ll turn it WAY up. I’m sure mom and dad will soon break down and let us roam free again. How could they possibly resist us?
-Gus