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:
-Gus
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
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
I think dad’s gone completely bonkers. Today he came over and gave Betsy and I a treat (a single dried cranberry each) for making a huge mess!
We were chewing up this paper that mom had left in our corner of the house, and dad came over, gave us the cranberry, and told us we were being very good. Didn’t he see how we’d shredded the paper and spread it all over the place?
I think he’s lost his mind… but as long as he keeps giving me treats, I guess I don’t mind (although it does take some of the fun out of things).
-Gus
I guess I’m just like my mummy – I have a “thing” for shoes.
-Betsy
Yesterday I didn’t feel too good. I wasn’t really that hungry and… err… well I didn’t like it when mom and dad said I had “poopy butt.” Mom said I’d had too much apple or crackers the past few days – so no more of that for me, and dad said I have to eat more hay.
And to make it worse, they picked me up and cleaned my bottom!
Though… I guess I do feel better now, and it is nice to have less to clean up. I guess they did pretty good (this time).
-Gus
Dad and mom were both late in getting up and feeding us this morning.
So to keep myself amused while I waited an eternity for my breakfast, I decided to dig in my litter box. I always have the feeling that if I just keep digging a little further, I’ll find a prize – like a big box of crackers or something.
When dad finally got up though, he was not impressed with my digging. Typical.
-Betsy
Dad thinks this sort of thing is funny.
Dad, you take us to work every day. We invade your office on a regular basis.
Geez.
-Gus
Mom and Dad have been thinking about planting some stuff out on the porch, and they asked me if I’d like them to grow anything special. Aside from stuff like lettuce, parsley, and kale, of course, since they get that at the store.
I wasn’t sure what to say… I’d like to have fresh stuff. Mom says she’d love it if there were flowers we could eat – as they would both make the porch pretty, and make us buns happy! But being a 100% indoor rabbit, I have no idea.
Do any of my fellow buns out there know of safe stuff my mom and dad can grow? Aside from veggies?
-Gus
I’ve noticed a lot of buzz about this new thing called “Bunspace.” Betsy and I tried the whole “social networking” thing a while back with Petster, but it really didn’t pan out – it was too hard for us to use. (Computers were not designed for rabbits, you know!) But the real reason I’ve been afraid to sign up for these things is because of stalkers – and I’m not talking about the creepy, always-at-the-same-store-as-you kind of stalker, I’m talking about the wants-to-eat-you kind.
Hey, I AM a rabbit, after all!
But maybe I’ll give it another try – if dad can help me with some of the typing, of course!
-Gus