qtipthebun
Well-Known Member
Hi everyone, it's me, Q-tip. I've decided to start a blog. I'm not ever going to let my human write in it. She's got her own blog that she doesn't let me write on. So this one's mine.
My mommy and I just got back up to her apartment Friday morning. We got up really early before the sun came up and we took her roommate's bird. He was loud and chirped the whole four hour drive. I was quite displeased. Between that and the fact that mommy listens to 80's rock music, I was not a happy bunny. I pouted until she fed me apple chips.
I like being home in my apartment better than at my other mommy's house. Yes, I get more treats there (she spoils me when mommy isn't looking), but there's no room to run there. It's not bunny proofed at all. They were working on a room called a library (I think that's where they keep the books that look so yummy but I'm not allowed to eat), but it wasn't done in time to be a playroom for me. My mommies say that over the summer they'll bunnyproof so that I can run around. But I was cooped up for about a month. They let me out on the bed to run whenever they were home, but I kept jumping off and running around the bedroom because I'm used to having run of the whole house. Plus, it wasn't fair that the bird didn't have to stay in a locked cage.
But I'm home now, and I'm spending a lot of time in my big cardboard box and doing binkies. My mommy's roommate is coming home today. He said he brought me something. I hope it's food. He gives me lots of treats.
Well, I'm signing off. My blog is better than mommy's, right? Mine's got bunnytalk!
My mommy and I just got back up to her apartment Friday morning. We got up really early before the sun came up and we took her roommate's bird. He was loud and chirped the whole four hour drive. I was quite displeased. Between that and the fact that mommy listens to 80's rock music, I was not a happy bunny. I pouted until she fed me apple chips.
I like being home in my apartment better than at my other mommy's house. Yes, I get more treats there (she spoils me when mommy isn't looking), but there's no room to run there. It's not bunny proofed at all. They were working on a room called a library (I think that's where they keep the books that look so yummy but I'm not allowed to eat), but it wasn't done in time to be a playroom for me. My mommies say that over the summer they'll bunnyproof so that I can run around. But I was cooped up for about a month. They let me out on the bed to run whenever they were home, but I kept jumping off and running around the bedroom because I'm used to having run of the whole house. Plus, it wasn't fair that the bird didn't have to stay in a locked cage.
But I'm home now, and I'm spending a lot of time in my big cardboard box and doing binkies. My mommy's roommate is coming home today. He said he brought me something. I hope it's food. He gives me lots of treats.
Well, I'm signing off. My blog is better than mommy's, right? Mine's got bunnytalk!