Bun to the rescue

I might be quiet for a day or two. Mama says she feels like hell. I don't know what that is, but she doesn't look happy. So maybe I need to keep an eye on her, make sure she stays around - cause I need her alive to feed me!!! Maybe I can shred her tissues when she falls asleep.

Uh oh, she's getting into the cabinet now. Taking paper off something, putting it in her mouth. It smells strong, like medicine but mint too. Oh no, Mama's gonna o.d. on mint! I gotta stop her.

Bastya, if you're reading this, I'd love to hear from you. It just might be Sunday before I get to write back. Right now, I gotta save Mama!!!

If it ain't broke

My friend Bastya mentions on his blog that he isn't fixed. This reminds me - I'm not fixed either! But Mama thinks I am. I was fine to begin with. Then when I was not even a year old, Mama paid all this money to have them "fix" me. They snipped something and ya know what? I never got it back! They broke it is what they did, and told Mama I'm fixed. She got ripped off big time.

Bad bunnies, beware

Strange things are happening. There's this loud thingie in another room making sucking noises. Mama says the air vent is full of dust bunnies - and that dust bunnies are a bad kind of bunny. So the loud thingie slurps dust bunnies down a tube. I'll be sure and try NOT to be a bad bunny!!!

Mama keeps running back and forth to the medicine cabinet. She has all these bottles out that say "Tylenol Sinus," "Tavist-D Severe Allergy," "Vitamin C," "Echinacea," and "Green Tea." Her snorting is scaring me though. I hope she doesn't turn into a pug.

Bunny basketcase

My emotions are mixed up tonight. I'm kind of happy because this cool hamster wrote me. I went to his blog tonight and it felt good to know someone understands what it's like, living in a cage at the mercy of someone else's schedule.

But I feel sad too - cause something reminded me of the time Mama took me to the grocery store. Not kidding! She carried me around in a Harris Teeter in the middle of the night at no one complained. She was a little worried I might lunge at the greens in the produce section, but I was cool the whole time. The reason that makes me sad is Mama doesn't do stuff like that with me anymore. She's always got something more important - work, dinner, exercise, other pets, internet - and I don't get the chance to just hang out with her and be goofy. I really miss Mama. Why doesn't she hold me as much as she used to? Why do I get more ordinary greens and fewer herbs and fruits?

Maybe the reason I have a thing for girls that ignore me, is 'cause Mama has forgotten I exist. Maybe I'd be better off if I just o.d. on some mint. Maybe that would be best for everyone ...

My ex-girlfriend is a ho

Well, doe would be more accurate...

THUMP THUMP!!
She never wrote back! So this handsome buck is hopping down the bunny trail and leaving her in the dust.

Subaru commercial

Mama read this article and thought it was pretty cool.