Okay, not quite the post I had before, but the best I could do trying to remember what I wrote.
My ‘Bunday’ is usually about as busy as LPT’s. And I imagine the mental soundtrack running in my bunnies’ heads to be something like this:
5:00 AM “Slave! *thump* SLAVE! Where’s my breakfast?? Chop-chop!”
5:01 AM “Hellooooo! Are your tiny ears painted on?” *thump*
5:02 AM *sigh* “You just can’t get good help these days.”
5:03 AM “Ohhh….feel faint….need sustainance!” *flop*
5:04 AM “*thump-thump…dig-dig* “Maybe I can chew my way out to the refrigerator?”
5:05 AM “WHY are you not up yet?!” *THUMPTHUMPTHUMP-BANG!* “Move it or lose it!”
*fast forward*
5:15 AM “It’s about time! Memo to me to dock your pay and give you the stink eye for at least a half hour straight today.”
*blessed quiet time, and then….*
6 AM: “Slave! *litter box goes flying* You’ve not cleaned my bathroom yet! What on earth could be more important than my morning toilette?”
*bunny sits on shelf practically drumming toes while cleaning is in progress*
6:30 AM “Took you long enough.” *glare* “Now fetch me some extra greens, I still feel hungry!”
*contented nomming*
7:00 AM “Do I have to remind you again…you’ve forgotten my treat!” *nose pokes through bars* “Ahh, delicious…I’d like a few more….what do you mean I can’t? Getting too fat you say?! Outrageous! *shows bunny butt* Fat THIS! I wouldn’t talk if I were you!”
*more blessed quiet due to bunny butt*
8:00 AM “Where IS that silly human? I haven’t been let out for my morning constitutional yet!”
*sounds of sweeping, mopping and play yard assembly*
“AAAHHH! THE HUNS ARE ATTACKING!” *THUMP-THUMP-THUMP* “SAVE ME!”
*human hands reach into pen*
“Back! BACK! I have toofies and I KNOW how to use them!” *blinks* “Oh, it’s just you. WHEREHAVEYOUBEEN? Didn’t you know that evil carnivores were about to devour me?”
*grunts and oinks and more thumps accompanied by scooting back and forth to evade capture*
8:30 AM *captured and thoroughly put out bun softly lowered to play yard floor* “Ouch! You call that transportation? Next time be sure I have a parachute if you’re going to drop me that far! *thump* And WHEN are we going to get some decent flooring in this hovel??” *foot flicks* I swear, no one knows how to treat royalty these days!” *scrambles under tent and hides from view*
8:35 AM “What are you still doing, hanging around here…get lost!”
*relative peace and quiet as long as bunnies are bonding well for the next 10-12 hours during which there are possible binkies thrown and digging done and LOTS of chewing on things that are MEANT for bunny teeth* (As an aside, if anyone goes by the xpen usually bunnies that were in full view will scramble for cover and I can’t repeat what goes through their minds! It’s a family forum!)
Somewhere between 8 and 10 PM *yawn* “Isn’t it dinnertime?” *thump* “Slave! Get off that stupid computer (unless of course you are ordering something for me) and get me some food, toute de suite!”
Basically between 10 and 11 PM, the whole process reverses itself with roughly the same monologue and a few extra scratches on my part. The evening usually ends with a glare from the pen shelf that bores itself into the back of my head for the entire night and then the next day the whole thing begins again.
BTW, this would be Pip’s mental grousing…I think-for her not being ‘my’ bunny-I can read her mind the best.