August 18, 1998
Mom really goofed today! She gave use a corn slim treat when Eve and I were in the mood for a carrot slim! What was she thinking!?!
We tried to be polite and gave the treats a sniff or two, but our disappointment was obvious. Still Mom didn't catch on. We gave her our best "Is that all there is?" look to no avail!
Eve made her objections crystal clear when she grabbed one of our cardboard tube toys and tossed it around. Mom seemed to think she was just being playful!
Oh well, we can't win them all I guess. We finally settled for the corn slims - they were pretty tasty actually. But tomorrow we're holding out for carrot slims. And this time we really mean it!
August 14, 1998
I don't know what gets into Eve sometimes. Today she tossed her basket of sticks all over the room and was so pleased with herself she did a whole series of binkies! She even stood up on her hind legs and hopped! She never did that before!
Later I actually heard her purring when Mom was grooming her. She didn't even run away like she usually does when Mom pulled out some loose fur from her back end. She just licked her paws and kept purring!!! She denies it, but I know what I heard.
Finally, when she tried to swipe some of my portion of carrots, I just had to thump my foot down! I snuck up and poked her in the rear! I was very forceful! Before I turned tail and ran into my cardboard sanctuary, at least.
Of course, Eve still ate my carrot. Big sister can be such a drag sometimes.
August 6, 1998
Mom totally ruined our evening romp! It was only 2:30 in the morning and here she was already quiting work! Eve and I were just getting ready for our romp. We were gathering in the hall - Eve had one paw on the stairs - ready to take off like two furry streaks up to the third floor to storm the office.
Well, it's no fun without Mom at her computer to act surprised when we surround her! We'd just have to chase each other around in the dark, with no audience to appreciate our high-energy antics! What a letdown!
We decided to go back to our room and toss some sticks around. But it just wasn't the same as our traditional evening romp.
August 1, 1998
Mom was miffed that Eve and I didn't finish our apple yesterday. It was a special treat, but we'd filled up on carrot and just weren't in the mood for fruit.
I made up for our bad manners this morning by cavorting in the office while Mom tried to work. I did some binkies and darted from wall to wall at lightning speed. Then I crashed into my cardboard condo, shredded some of the flooring, and finally made a dramatic exit down the stairs. I was really awesome!
Later, Mom was pulling up some weeds in the back yard and peeking into the bushes looking for our yard rabbit when suddenly a hummingbird appeared right in front of her. It did some wheelies in midair before fluttering over the back fence into the neighbor's yard! That was pretty awesome, too!
July 23, 1998
You're probably going to think I made this up, but here's the dream Mom says she had a few nights ago:
Mom wok up one morning and her bedroom was full of squirrels (plus a few cats, for some reason). They were all king of agitated and looking out the back window where the roof people had set up ladders to reach the third floor. They were finishing up the soffit repairs, replacing the places where the squirrels had chewed through the wood.
The squirrels were obviously upset that several of their old nests had been removed during the process and expected Mom to do something about the situation. In the dream, Mom was thinking "what a waste of money these repairs are - the squirrels are already inside the house!" Also, she was wondering what the cats were doing there.
I thought it over and came up with this interpretation: the squirrels are communicating telepathically with Mom, trying to let her know they are real mad about being shut out of the house. The cats just wondered in cause they thought something interesting was going on.
Eve says the dream means the heat's finally fried Mom's brain for good 'cause cats would never be just hanging around calmly in a room full of chasable squirrels with no trees to scamper into for refuge. She's got a point.
July 16, 1998
Eve and I were deeply involved in our very first major molting - busily shedding and distributing our fur throughout the house - when our day was rudely disrupted by a bunch of electricians and repair people coming to patch up some squirrel damage!
What an annoyance! We had to spend practically the entire day under the guest room bed to avoid being accidentally trampled by electric people. And then we couldn't even hide in peace with all the banging and drilling going on with the roof people putting up new soffets - whatever they are!
Okay, I know Mom explained that we couldn't leave the gaping hole our suqirrels had chewed in those silly soffets, and I suppose it's a good idea to fix the damaged wires so we don't have any annoying fires or trip and fall down the dark staircase with no light. Mom say those would be very bad things. Still, I don't see why those squirrel repairers couldn't be a bit more rabbit-like in their approach to work. I'm sure WE could have gotten the job done with a lot less noise.
July 6, 1998
Poel can be so inconsiderate!! Over the weekend Eve and I were all snuggled up for a nice evening nap before our regular midnight madness when without any warning bombs started going off! We could even see the colorful explosions out the back window.
We expected to hear police and fire sirens at any moment, but instead the explosions went on and on for about an hour. And the cops never came to stop it! I don't know how our house escaped the destruction, but since the trouble seemed to be localized around the town fairgrounds Eve and I figured we were safe and went back to sleep.
Humans! You never know what they'll get up to next!
June 27, 1998
We must have been extra good 'cause a present arrived in the mail for Eve and me from the Busy Bunny!
Mom opened the package and pulled out a tiny basket with a bunch of sticks in it. She put it right in the middle of our room. Obviously, this was some kind of intelligence test to see if we knew what to do with the new object. So Eve immediately approached the basket, snatched it by the handle and tossed it in the air. The sticks fell all over, just as she'd planned. To help out, I pounced on the sticks and scattered them around a little more. Then we tossed the basket back and forth for awhile.
Apparently we'd passed the first part of the test with flying colors 'cause Mom gathered the sticks up and stuffed them back in the basket. It was my turn to make the opening move this time, so I made a bold attack, standing up as tall as I could with the basket in my mouth, but suddenly I changed my mind and decided to take a quick drink of water instead. In mid-air I gracefully fell . . . I mean flipped over backwards, quickly swiveling around to sort of land on my paws right in the water dish. I did that on purpose. Really! I don't know why Mom kept laughing so hard! It's just that I was suddenly really thirsty, and also my paws needed to be washed and it was kind of hot so I thought I'd just dip my whole face in the water dish. It was all a plan.
I think we did very well in the intelligence tests.
June 25, 1998
afternoon
Mom cleaned our room up today while Eve and I rested from a hard day of . . . um, . . . a hard day of . . . uhhh . . . well, OK, mayb it wasn't such a hard day! But we rested anyway. And there's nothing you can do about it, either!
We may just rest again tomorrow, too. I'd like to see anybunny try to stop us!!
evening
Sorry about that. I think this heat is really getting to me.
June 23, 1998
Mom painted a wild bunny stencil on the wall outside our room today. I'm pretty sure that's what it was supposed to be. Eve suggested it looked more like a squirrel with a cotton ball stuck on its rear end. Plus it was kind of pinkish and didn't have any eyes.
Mom claimed it was just a silhouette and she didn't have any brown or gray paint.
Anyway, Eve and I supervised the project for awhile then decided to retire to our boxes and take a nap. Frankly, watching Mom work on the stencil was as boring as watching paint dry (ha, ha - that's a joke).
So now that it's done, it looks pretty good but the bunny certainly isn't as cute as us. The flowers actually look pretty tasty.
Eve says she liked the blank wall better. Everybunny's a critic!
June 19, 1998
Mom was melting in the 3rd floor office - the thermometer hit 92 degrees at about 3 in the afternoon.
Eve and I were way too smart to venture up there. We stayed in our room and stretched out on the cool wood floor. When Mom was too wilted to do any more work, she came down and brushed our fur. That felt very nice.
It was too hot to be productive so Eve and I just vegetated all day. It was fun.
June 12, 1998
Eve's such a big phony!! She'd been sitting like a lazy lump all afternoon till Mom walks into the room and suddenly she's all playful and hoppy! Stretching and tossing papers around and making Mom laugh! Nose nudging Mom in the ankle till she weasels a nice grooming session for herself. What somebunnies won't do to get a little attention!!
Then Mom goes upstairs to the office and Eve's kicking her back legs out and lounging like a lazy lump again! Only now she's looking all smug and pleased with herself.
What a phony! I saw the whole disgusting performance from my hiding place in our cardboard condo. Where I was lounging like a lazy lump in private - like any self-respecting bunny would do.
June 10, 1998
What a day we had today! The squirrels have returned. Not the ones who we evicted - they're probably enjoying their new life in the riverside park Mom took them to. But now new ones have moved in.
About 3 a.m. war broke out in the attic. It was a pretty nasty affair as squirrel factions squirmished over the penthouse accommodations. There was lots of squeeling and thumping and thrashing, and I'm pretty sure some strong language was flung about, though I don't actually understand Squirrel. I wouldn't be at all surprised if bites were exchanged! It was a serious battle!
Eventually things cooled down and I suppose treaties were signed. But peace didn't last long. By mid-afternoon our crow neighbors were complaining loudly about something or other - probably one of the cats on the block had ventured into the wrong yard. Crows don't like that sort of thing. Eventually a large group of disgruntled crows gathered on the phone lines in our backyard and held a town meeting. By dinner time it had turned into an avian block party. What a racket!
June 2, 1998
Today was a beautiful day! here's what happened in our backyard:
Two brand new baby bunnies were out and about, munching on some of the exotic weeds Mom's growing and taking in the sights. They were so tiny Mom almost stepped on one who was hiding under a bunch of wild violet leaves.
The waiting line for the main bird bath was backed up while a big robin totally hogged the facilities. A very polit black bird sat quietly on the rose bush next to the bath and a pigeon and crow waited patiently on athe clothesline.
The robin was having such a high old time slurping, shaking, and flapping his wing in the water he didn't seem to notice the gathering flock. No one even complained when a little sparrow cut in line and splashed down in the bath next to the robin. Everyone was in a very mellow mood.
It was a really beautiful day!
May 31, 1998
Mom went to a horse show to take some pictures of horses and buy some of the famous Devon Horse Show fudge. She came back with some very interesting smells on her shoes. Eve and I sniffed for several minutes, then performed a couple binkies to express our approval.
Later, Mom ate all the fudge and didn't offer us any! She claimed chocolate is bad for bunnies. We got some dried banana chips as compensation. We didn't really want the fudge, but it always pays to make your humans feel guilty.
May 29, 1998
Life is back to normal! I was feeling frisky this morning and spent several hours assisting Mom in the office. I was very helpful, but for some reason Mom thought she'd "be more productive" working alone. And after all the time I put into reorganizing that box of papers to be filed!
Eve was back to her old uncooperative and suspicious self. Mom had to chase her all around our room before she finally let herself be groomed.
I got an extra long petting. The world was as it should be again!
May 27, 1998
No, I haven't been on vacation - I've been laying low. Because it's really hot around here and I haven't even finished shedding my winter coat yet.
I lie under the guest room bed in the morning, then move into my cardboard condo in the afternoon, and sometimes I just flop on my side in the middle of the floor.
Meanwhile, Eve - sneak that she is - has taken the opportunity to form an alliance with Mom. Not that I'm keeping accounts or anything, but yesterday Eve got a whole minute more petting time than me! And I actually heard her purring while Mom was grooming her fur. I told her she' ruining her whole image as a grump, but later I even caught her coaxing Mom to toss her the toiletpaper roll to play with. Last night, she even did a binkie! I know she's up to something.
Really, I don't know why Mom can't crawl under the bed to give me my fair share of attention. After all, I'm the cleverest and the cutest, so I should be her favorite. But I'm not jealous. I'm just hot.
May 9, 1998
Just in time for Mother's Day we had a litter of baby birds! Well, it wasn't us really, it was the little sparrow couple living in our office air conditioner.
Eve noticed the tiny cheeping sounds coming from the conditioner and it wasn't even turned on. Mom investigated and confirmed our suspicions that there were babies. But we can't really see them 'cause they're kind of tucked into a corner between the air conditioner, the window and the window frame.
I predict it's going to be a very hot summer in the office this year.
May 7, 1998
It's been so dull since the squirrels were relocated to the park Eve and I spend most of the day sleeping. Sometimes I squeeze myself behind the books on teh guestroom bookshelf and do a little reading and meditating.
Mom invented a new game to perk us up - she rolls a long cardboard tube over to us and we toss it back. Or we might grab it and shake it or try to shred it if we've feeling especially frisky. It's kind of amusing for awhile. But Eve seems to like it more than me. She gets really excited sometimes and does a series of wild binkes and spiral twirls. Once she stood straight up on her hind toes and held the tube up vertically. I had no idea she was so tall. That was pretty cool!
Afterwards, we took another nap.
April 24, 1998
I don't know why Mom thought Eve and I were on a rampage last night. She seemed pretty anoyed about it, though.
We did hop on and off the guest room bed several times once we discovered there was lots of interesting "stuff" up there. And it wasn't as high as we'd thought, though it did make a nice thud when we landed on the floor. We also tossed off a few cushions so we could explore the bed better.
We moved on into our room and hopped up on a few shelves. Eve accidently knocked a box of alfalfa nibbles onto the floor - we were trying to open it for a late night snack. All that exploring works up quite an appetite!
Then, around 4 a.m. we moved upstairs for our early morning aerobic bunny tag and a little bookshelf hopping but we still didn't encounter any rampages. Not even behind the books we pushed off the shelves. And we certainly wouldn't have jumped up on any rampages even if we'd seen them.
I think Mom's just a little confused 'cause she didn't get much sleep last night. Maybe those rampages were lurking under her bed. I swear we were never on any of them.
April 11, 1998
Here's an update on our squirrel relocation project. Our ruthless campaign has begun to pay off. We did have a few rough spots at the beginning, though.
1. The squirrels were uncooperative. They preferred to tip the traps on their side, letting the trap door fall out, then eat the peanut butter at their leisure. We finally found a way to prevent the trap tipping behavior and the squirrels were forced to enter the cage to eat their peanut butter.
2. When we caught our first squirrel, Mom was so eager to transport him before he got too panicky she forgot how to get to the park we'd selected for their new home. The bewildered squirrel was treated to a 45 minute ride (the park was only 8 miles away), but at least the radio was playing Mozart for most of the trip. Mom later found a more direct route that only took 8 minutes.
3. Mom ate most of the bait. Fortunately, she doesn't fit into the traps. Unfortunately, she had to go out a buy a second jar of all-natural, crunchy-style peanut butter after trapping only 3 squirrels. Eve suspects the entire relocation project was really just a ploy to stock up on peanut butter.
We've had a few peaceful days, and Eve and I are very happy to have heard the last of our attic squirrels. Well, we were, that is, until more squirrels moved in. We caught a fourth intruder, but as soon as we get the holes patched up, we should get some real peace! To keep Mom from missing the cheerful sound of squirrels running and scratching and gnawing overhead, Eve and I have been going up to the office for some early morning exercise over Mom's bedroom.
Hopefully, the project will be completed before Mom has to invest in other jar of peanut butter.
March 20, 1998
It's no more Ms. Nicebunny! We've declared war on our attic squirrels.
Eve and I were miffed when they ate the electrical wiring and crashed our computer for 3 days. We're fed up with huddling in our box in fear while they throw their wild parties and frenzied feuds. We were terrified by Esther's accounts of the Great Squirrel Invasion, when they broke through the kitchen ceiling and tried to take over the house.
Both Eve and I breathed a sigh of relief when Mom finally saw the light and admitted the squirrels had gone too far. We all decided it was time to be ruthless and fight back!
The first step in our strategy was to order a couple of Havahart squirrel traps. Eve and I helped Mom unpack them when they arrived. While Mom tried to figure out how to set them, we checked the boxes to make sure we had all the instructions.
Later that afternoon, Mom brought out the maps for some serious strategizing. Mom searched for some nearby parks where the evictees could find suitable trees for setting up house and far enough away that they couldn't make their way back. Eve helped by nibbling off the sharp corners on the maps so they wouldn't accidently poke some innocent bunny's eye out. I tried to smooth out the maps by walking across them repeatedly.
Eventually, we selected a couple of good relocation prospects and were ready to move on to the next part of our plan - testing the traps. First, Mom made a trip to the grocery store to buy some tasty all-natural chunky-style peanut butter for the bait. We placed some bread slathered in peanut butter in the cages and placed the traps in the attic crawl spaces. Then we waited. Within a half hour the traps had sprung shut perfectly, only the squirrels were on the outside at the time. That didn't seem right.
Next time, we decided, we'd put the peanut butter right on the trigger. But by now the weather was taking a nasty turn. Reports were predicting rain for the next 4 or 5 days and cold, windy weather. Not good weather for house hunting in alien territory. And with spring just arriving, babies wouldn't be far behind. We called a temporary truce. The unwanted tenants won a short reprieve.
But still, I'm glad we finally decided to be ruthless. We'll show those critters whose boss around here!
March 16, 1998
What a workout we got today! All because of that office chair that somehow got into the hallway. Actually, it started with Mom doing some painting. That's what happens when she doesn't have enough work to keep her at the computer all day. Eve and I stayed out of the whole ugly mess. What with all the unpleasant fumes and of course we had to protect our nice, well-groomed coats for all the splattering paint.
When things quieted down a bit, we ventured out to see what was what and unexpectedly bumped into the misplaced chair. Mom must have been using it to reach the tops of the walls and thoughtlessly left it there.
Eve was immediately suspicious. She panicked and tried to retreat to our room and instead collided right into me! I had no choice but to retaliate by chasing her around the food dishes and in and out of our cage and box. Then she remembered she's twice my size and started chasing me - up the stairs, around the office, back down the stairs and around our room. Then we started it all over again. Like I said, it was quite a workout!
Later, after some rest and refreshments, we both hopped out and bravely bit the offending chair on the legs several times. It didn't budge.
Oh well, I guess it's not really doing any harm there.
March 15, 1998
I was minding my own business, enjoying a mid-afternoon nap using Eve as a pillow when suddenly I was rudely attacked by a brush!
Mom explained that she was just trying to collect my loose fur, but there was already plenty of that floating around. Why did she have to assault me with that nasty brush to collect it right from my back!
I had to grab the evil instrument by its prickly little bristles and give it a good shaking. Eve joined in the defense and bit it on the tail.
I don't think we'll be seeing any of that nasty little pest poking its whiskers in our faces again for quite awhile!
March 12, 1998
A dull day - no squirrel wars. No computer crashes.
Eve and I took turns in our carpet remnant tunnel. I hopped on top while Eve dug up the carpet's insides. Then we switched places. Later, I had an attack of the zanies and dashed madly around the office until I was bored.
I fought with Eve over the last piece of dried banana, then we settled into our cardboard condo for a well-deserved nap.
March 9, 1998
Electric people showed up today. They made lots of noise checking out the fusebox in the basement and plugging little beeping instruments into all the third floor outlets, unscrewing lighting fixtures and pulling wiring out of the walls. The house was reeling with commotion and noise with people running up and down stairs!
The attic squirrels were laying low for the day - pretending they had nothing to do with the damaged wiring! Eve and I laid low, too. With all the confusion, we were sure somebody would trample us, so we hid in our room. One of the electric people said hello to us on one of his trips to the basement - he seemed friendly enough.
By the end of the day, we were back on line again! And the squirrels were back, too!!
March 7, 1998
We were under attack! The attic squirrels declared all-out war and began running amok.
First the warring squirrel factions were rampaging around the attic - squeeking, clawing, and thumping late into the night. Then they apparently banded together and decided to cut off OUR communications system. Eve said that's always the first step in a revolutionary takeover.
Their strategy was to chew through the wiring in the attic, which crashed our office electricity! We were off line and all our computers were down! I couldn't even answer my e-mail or keep my log up to date! Yes, the squirrels' evil plot had been successful!
"They'll be coming through the ceiling any time now!" Eve whispered. We took refuge in our cozy box. Mom got out the flashlight and ventured into the "yucky" crawlspace where the rebel squirrels were entering the house to see what was what. She couldn't find the damaged wiring, but I think she gave those varmints a good chewing out. They called off the revolution. At least for the moment.
But our electricity is still out!
March 3, 1998
I didn't throw the stick at Mom's head on purpose. Despite her rudely laughing at me for trying to unwedge it from behind the chair! She just happened to be in the wrong spot when it suddenly came loose and flew across the room.
It was pretty funny, though. I think I got the last laugh this time.
February 21, 1998
It was just a totally honest mistake! Mom's hands smelled a little like freshly cut Granny Smith apples - which I love - her fingers were right there in front of my face, I was in a playful mood, and . . well . . . sometimes my teeth just kind of have a mind of their own! Before I knew what was up, they'd given Mom's finger an enthusiastic bites, no doubt expecting to be rewarded by the tart taste of apple!
You can imagine my dissapointment! But out of politeness I quickly apologized to Mom and her fingers by jumping up and batting the back of her knees with my soft front paws. Why she interpreted the whole incident as a "wild bunny attack" I simply can't understand!
Later that same morning, both Eve and I came dashing into the office determined to put all that ugliness behind us by darting and leaping and chasing all around Mom's feet and taking turns hopping to the top of our favorite empty computer box and leaping off. Now she's blaming us because she didn't get enough of her work done and had to stay up late to finish the job! Was it our fault Mom stopped working to laugh at our antics?
Some humans are just impossible to please!
February 13, 1998
I grabbed all the gold in our home version of Rabbit Olympics! I was totally awesome with my twizzles, spins, and leaps.
Eve was disqualified on the second day of competition when she was caught taking a bite out of one of Mom's drug handbooks. I warned her it would be a violation and she should have stuck to the animal books like me. But she tried to claim she was just nibbling the cover and hadn't actually digested any of the drug terms. Nobunny was buying it.
It turns out Eve was happy to be eliminated anyway - it gave her more time to sleep and eat.
February 10, 1998
Eve and I decided to hold our own lapine Olympics. Conditions on the stairs were perfect for rug-boarding, and to add an extra degree of difficulty we reverse at the bottom of the course and then slolum back up - it's a combination event.
I won, naturally. Eve wiped out in the first round. Actually, she just got bored and hopped off to the food concessions.
It wasn't a very competitive field this year, but this is just the first day. Tomorrow, I work on my triple loops and spins. I'm going for straight 6.0's.
February 8, 1998
It was just a little healthy sibling rivalry. Eve and I both wanted to get our fair share of petting. And Eve was getting too much, so I shoved her out of the way - but in a nice way. I don't know why she took offense and chased me around the room.
We continued our "animated exchange of viewpoints" for a minute or two before we settled on a compromise - Mom could pet us both at the same time.
It was brilliant! The solution was working out fine, we thought, but Mom complained that the whole thing would work much better if we could have settled down a bit closer than 5 FEET APART!!! She claimed her arms just weren't long enough and she was exhausted after a few minutes of synchronized petting.
OK, but that left us with nothing to do but argue over who got the biggest portion of carrots. I'm sure Eve ate a couple pieces when I wasn't looking.
February 6, 1998
How could I have known the book I was devouring was Mom's only copy of the priceless House Rabbit Handbook?! After all, I was browsing at the back of the bookshelf - it's so nice and private back there between the wall and the books - I couldn't see the titles.
Well, I don't know why Mom was so upset. I didn't eat any of the valuable rabbit care advice. I just trimmed down the edges a bit. I think I improved it, actually. It takes up less space now, too. All for absolutely no charge!
February 2, 1998
This afternoon, Mom chased me up the stairs. Then she chased me back down again. I had to wait for her to catch up a few times, but it was great fun!
Eve ran up the stairs with us but decided to stay there. She was too absorbed in her interior design project to be bothered with "silly rabbit games" as she calls them. She's gnawing in a new backdoor on our cardboard office condo.
January 31, 1998
Mom put some black bread with raisons out for the squirrels yesterday and it set off a big squirrel riot!
Ten minutes after the put the pieces of bread out the first squirrel found them and snatched a tasty morsel; 30 seconds later it was all gone. All was quite till later that night when suddenly all hell broke loose in the attic. We couldn't decide if the little varmints were celebrating with a rowdy mid-winter feast or fighting over the crumbs all night.
I guess it was a fight. Late into the night we heard them tearing around from one side of the attic to the other and back like a herd of stampeding rhinos. It got so noisy Eve was sure they were coming through the walls and suggested we take cover. Mom finally had to get out of bed and bang on the crawl space covering. She yelled for them to "knock it off!!"
And the big surprise was, they actually did! We didn't hear another peep out of them for the rest of the night or even next morning! I was very impressed.
January 29, 1998
What a dirty trick! I'd just discovered this great new place to play, with all kinds of interesting paper things to shred. All I had to do was hop on my computer carton, then jump up to the chair, then leap up onto the big table. I'd really hit the jackpot!
I was so excited about my cool discovery I ran right down to tell Eve all about it. A few minutes later we both dashed up to the office, but something wasn't right!
I led Eve up to the box, then to the chair, and then . . . . what was going on? The back of the chair was blocking my way to the table! It wasn't like this before!
Eve hopped up to the box and jumped over to the chair, then looked around - "what's so cool about this? I don't see any papers to munch on!"
It finally hit me. Mom had pushed the chair in under the table while my back was turned! Like her "important papers" were so special they couldn't be improved by a few tasteful nibbles around the edges!
Obviously, I was humiliated! Eve thought I'd made the whole thing up. She soon lost interest and went back down to her food dish. Eve eats too much.
I decided to stick around and keep my eye on the chair. I was sure Mom would move it back again and I could reach my lost treasures again.
Those humans are really tricky. You've got to watch them all the time.
January 26, 1998
Today Mom was trying to organize the Library. Eve was miffed. "Organizing" always means moving things around, and Eve likes things to stay put.
Well, that didn't seem so bad to me, but suddenly I found a whole new bookshelf sitting in the middle of the room. Mom had put it together from some metal things that were lying around for a long time. I withdrew to a safe distance - at the doorway - and watched the shelves carefully. The situation looked too unstable for my taste, so I ran up to the office till all this "organizing" business blew over.
Our suspicions turned out to be very well founded, 'cause later, when I returned, I saw that the shelves had migrated out to the wall near the doorway! Who knows where they might show up next! You can never trust new furniture. Eve and I both beat a hasty retreat for our room, where everything was right where we'd seen it last.
January 25, 1998
When Eve and I moved into our new home last November, we thought the rest of our lives would run smoothly. But we discovered trouble can pop up anywhere.
Just after Christmas, we were still enjoying all the new boxes and bags we'd gotten when something horrible happened. One of Mom's sisters was getting cancer treatment in the hospital and Mom got a call in the middle of the night.
Eve and I got a little scared when Mom rushed out when she should have been in bed. Then she didn't come back for a really long time and when she did she was really sad and upset.
Eve and I tried to comfort her - we flocked around her and I even tried to pat her on the leg with my paws when she was filling our food dish.
We found out later that Aunt Jane had died and Mom had to leave us again to go to Jane's memorial service and funeral. Everyone was really sad for a long time - even Eve felt pretty bad though we hadn't had much time to get to know Jane. We could tell this was a very bad time.
Then a couple weeks later Mom got the flu and said she "felt rotten." She stayed in her bedroom for a whole day except to check on our food and water, and Eve and I were feeling pretty scared. I even scratched on Mom's door a couple times to make sure she was still there.
The computer was having trouble, too. Mom had gotten a new computer and modem before Christmas but couldn't hook it up till after New Year's. Then practically everything went wrong with it. We tried everything we could think of to make it work right - Mom reinstalled all the software and "reconfigured" the internet connection and read all the manuals and called the computer a lot of bad names as a last resort.
Eve and I looked through the boxes for clues to the problem and then stared at Mom to give her encouragement. I guess that did the trick, cause we finally got it up and running. But it had eaten a lot of our e-mail messages and all our special internet bookmarks.
I guess things are just about back to normal now. Mom still gets pretty sad now and then - like when she's listening to the CDs Jane especially loved - but she shook off the flu and is working again. Eve's decided it might be a good idea to bond with our new human. She's just a big softy after all.
I'm still having some problems with this new equipment, but it's good to be back.
December 25, 1997
Eve was right again! A whole bunch of people showed up this morning and claimed all the packages we'd wrapped. But they brought some more packages with them, too.
Of course, everyone cam up to our room and introduced themselves. Eve and I tried to be friendly and sociable - we sniffed their feet and circled them to make them feel welcome. But Eve was still miffed about the losing out on the boxes.
All in all, though, it was a pretty special day. We got an extra portion of carrot for breakfast and some apple slices for dinner! Best of all, Mom brought us all the empty boxes after everyone left!
December 24, 1997
Something big is up, I can tell. Mom was listening to CDs while she worked today, then later she let Eve and me help wrap some boxes and things up in nice colorful papers. I can hardly wait till we get to rip them all open again!
But Eve was suspicious when Mom took the packages downstairs instead of leaving them on the floor where we could play with them. She thinks they may be for somebunny else to open.
That just wouldn't be fair, after all the trouble we went to to help wrap them - and we hardly ate any of the paper, either!
December 23, 1997
Humans can be really confusing. Mom gives us papers to tear up in our cage. But when I help myself to some of the paper books on the shelves I get a scolding! Suddenly I'm a "bad little bun."
I don't get it! they're both paper. They taste pretty much the same.
Plus, Mom keeps putting the books back on the shelf after I've carefully pushed the ones I don't want onto the floor! That's annoying! Eve says it's some kind of game Mom is playing with me and my next move should be to know even more books off. If Mom gets mad, that's just because I'm winning the game!
Yeah, that makes sense. Nobunny likes to lose a game, especially when they invented it. Eve tells me the best time to make my next move is about an hour after Mom goes to bed. "And make sure they're really big, heavy books - you'll get more points for them."
Eve's very helpful sometimes. I've already select several books to knock down. I may nibble them a little while I'm waiting.
December 18, 1997
What a day we had yesterday! Mom ordered some great new cartons for Eve and me to play with from some computer catalog she had. They arrived late in the morning and Mom brought one of them up to the office for us to inspect.
For some reason the store put a bunch of computer stuff inside all the boxes, which made them really heavy. I guess they had to be weighed down to keep them from flying off the UPS trucks that delivered them. But it made them really hard to carry up to the third floor. Then it took Mom awhile to get all that stuff out so we could play with them.
I hope Mom can find some use for all that new computer stuff. She spent a lot of time looking through some books that were in the boxes, too, and I think she's going to try to hook the new stuff up with the stuff we already have. Anyway, at least the boxes are useful.
December 16, 1997
At the end of our first month here, we're feeling very much at home. Mom seems to really enjoy our company, although I admit we've been spending a lot of time exploring, eating, and resting and haven't been doing all that much socializing with our new human.
Fortunately, humans seem to be very easy to please. Today Mom was just about beside herself with joy because Eve and I spent the whole afternoon sitting next to her while she worked at her computer. We were all feeling pretty mellow.
Oddly, Mom wasn't quite so happy early in the day when we followed her into the bathroom and stared at her for 5 minutes. I guess humans like a little privacy sometimes - just like rabbits.
December 13, 1997
I went a little wacky again today - about 2 a.m. I just couldn't contain myself any longer. I zipped all around the office - back and forth, to and fro, round and round the desk and bookshelves and cabinets, up and down the stair. I leaped into the air and spun around a couple of times, too, just for good measure.
After about 15 minutes I regained my composure. And then Eve came up and we both sat at the top of the stairs and fixed all our attention on Mom while she tried to concentrate on her computer. She finally had to give up working and chase us around for awhile. Later Mom went to bed and Eve and I took a short break before our next attack of the zanies.
I'ts such fun being a bunny!
December 12, 1997
It's not that Eve doesn't like humans - she just doesn't exactly trust them. So naturally she was pretty suspicious when, just a week or so after we settled into our new home, an actual Guest showed up and took over the Guest Room. And she shut the door so we couldn't get to the Guest Cave! What nerve!
Eve was so annoyed she sat outside the door and thumped, but it didn't do any good. After awhile Eve gave up and soothed her hurt feelings by tossing our carton-cave around our room and shredding its floor. She was really peeved.
I was disappointed, too, 'cause the Guest had brought some bags and things with her and I was sure there were all kinds of fun things inside to look through and chew on. But the bags stayed in the Guest Room, behind the door, and Eve and I couldn't get to them! Humans can be very thoughless sometimes. We sniffed around the door for awhile, then went up to the playroom/office an ran around all night.
The Guest left after a couple of days and took her bags with her. Eve was back under the Guest Cave like a shot, hanging onto the cozy mat for all she was worth for about 10 hours. Nothing could budge her! She was still pretty peeved.
I hope the next Guest who comes is a rabbit.
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