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I don’t think things are going well for me. I’ve been hitting the bottle recently.
Also, I’m proud of my poo decorations. Humans are obsessed with litterboxes. I don’t see the big deal.
It’s my birthday today!! I’m six-years-old! So, what are the odds mommy will file my teeth today? I’m taking bets.
Happy birthday to me!
What should I ask for my birthday? I’m thinking oats. Maybe I’ll get another toy!
So, I was taking a nap in my box. And mommy decided to disturb me.
What’s wrong with letting a bunny have her privacy?
Do I always have to hide?
I don’t know why this wasn’t shown during the in memoriam segment at the emmys, but the world has lost a beloved celebunny.
Bink was one of the greats. The paparazzi followed him even into his retirement, his public loved him so. And I was one of them.
He is survived by his beloved, Delores.
I haven’t felt like drinking water recently. And when you have a helicopter mommy like I do, that’s not the best thing ever. So, she was already watching me. Then when I really didn’t feel like eating my dinner Wednesday night, she got all weirded out and started acting like something was wrong. She proceeded to pick me up, and stick that plastic thing in my mouth and sqeeze that nucky stuff. Eck! Then she rubbed my tummy, when it’s already feeling icky! Really!
The next day, still not getting that she should just leave me alone, she tries to force feed me. And I’m like, Mommy!! I just don’t want to eat! I know I need to, and I will when I’m reminded to! So, don’t put that crap in my mouth!!
Friday, she still wasn’t letting it go. So, she thought it fit to TAKE ME TO THE V-E-T!!! Just because I wasn’t drinking water, was barely eating, and wasn’t peeing. I can do what I want! I have my own area!
Well, the vet saw no problem with sticking a plastic thing up my rear end!! WHAT?! And then she HANDLED me all over. She squeezed and pulled and touched and listened to. I don’t know if I’ve ever been so abused in my life!!
Finally, after all the atrocious treatment, the vet let me run about a little bit.
At least that was ok. So then she told mommy that my “problem” was “non-specific.” Seriously? I can get very specific! You humans are my problem. Geez.
Then she took me from mommy, and jabbed a painful sharp thing in me!!!! Something about water and fluids. Then she gave mommy some medicine to give me. I, of course, will refuse to take it. I don’t care what mommy does.
She told mommy to wait until Monday to see if I get better. I AM better! Geez.. I just wasn’t thirsty. Why do humans get all worked up?!
I ain’t taking that medication, though.
Also, here’s me in the carrying cage
Why do humans put us through this stuff?
Edit: I took the medicine. Dangit!
I wasn’t alive when this happened. But, mommy’s talked about it, and I’ve seen pictures of it. It’s amazing to me sometimes how such resiliency and strength can exist in the human spirit. Because, I think the important thing to remember is not what they did (I mean we all know that there are truly evil humans in the world), but what we did; that we helped each other; we perservered; they couldn’t bring us down.
I think we should also remember all those touched by that day. Whether they lost their lives, gave their lives, barely escaped with their lives, or even worse, lost someone else.
Mommy’s told me her 9/11 story. What’s yours?
I got stuff!! Mommy bought me some toys and things for my area. First of all, there’s the new bigger litter box and my brand new plastic bunny ring that I get to throw around.
Pardon the dark pictures; it was nighttime when mommy took these
I’ve also got a couple of things that are hanging from the wire frame surrounding my area that I get to play with and make noise with.
And, mommy cut out a box for me.
Oh, and I just wanted to put this one in. It’s me doing a flying leap into my litter box, just to prove that I was never too small for it, like SOME human that I know thought I was.
Wee!
Mommy also got me a throne. I was so happy and ready to make it mine! So, of course, I peed on it. I don’t want any other bunny to get it. So, mommy said I can’t have it until I learn to pee in the litter box. Fine by me, the litter box in now my throne. I still pee on the floor. I don’t care.
Mommy says I’m a gross bunny. This is why:
Just chillaxin'
First of all, I think everybunny should be proud of the mess that I made. I do believe I have properly learned how to throw litter everywhere. But, mommy thinks I’m gross because my litter box was not so much clean on this day that I decided to lounge in it. So, yeah I was sitting in my own pee. But, here’s the thing (or things), I am not the only bunny who likes to sit in the litter box, and the litter sorta absorbed the pee, so it’s not like I was just sitting in it.
Also, I peed in my food bowl today. But, it’s not like I didn’t finish the food first.
Looks like somebunny has gotten her own area! I wonder who that bunny could be!
And while I am in dire need of more toys, I have clearly learned how to effectively make a massive mess. I’m still learning the whole litter box thing. I mean, I get it and all, I just sometimes forget until it’s too late. Mommy has been wiping up my messes and putting them in the litterbox, just in case I forget where it goes. It’s definitely been helpful. Does anybun else know ways that I can remember?
Anyway, I LOVE my area! I have so much space!! It’s twice the size of my bunny condo, and three times the size of my bunny hotel! And mommy was really nice about letting me get used to it. She let me explore the area and leave my cage behind when I was ready.
And, sometimes I just wasn’t.
So that was helpful.
I really feel like I have room to spread out and be myself. I could use a throne, though. And what kinds of toys do you guys have? ‘Cause I need some more of those too.
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