The Bun Life - Bunnies on Strike??

I couldn't believe it, this letter from the bunnies was on my desk this morning. From what it says, they are now on strike I guess, how the hell is that even possible? Well, lets read the letter and see if we can find out what's going on.

Dear Jim, Me and Thumper thought that we could settle things amicably with you, evidently that is not possible. Both of us (who cares about the other 2 bunnies) are fed up with the treatment we have received while remaining in your care, we have no choice but to go on strike until our demands are met, and if you don't comply within 72 hours we will be getting an official divorce from you. I am hoping the rescue will at least let us sleep on the couch for a few nights, or under the couch would be better :) You have violated our bunny rights and our personal space in the following horrendous ways, we demand that you cease and desist all of the following behavior: You have picked me up on multiple occasions to hug me and pet me, even after my constant efforts to dodge this behavior, you still persisted. This is unacceptable, don't you know that we hate to be picked up? We have night terrors about being picked up for hours on end, also we have ones where our teeth fall out or we go to school naked, but that is irrelevant. On at least 3 different days over the last month, you have been up to 15 minutes late with our morning pellets. We have a routine Jim, can't you respect that? You have been cheating on us. Don't try and deny it, we smell the rescue bunnies on your pant legs sometimes. How dare you clean the litterbox of another woman, I mean female bunny? You and Fuzzy have been smoking pot, DON'T DENY IT! I see you sitting with her while both of you take bong hits from that motorized bong. Why do you guys call it "The Nebulizer" anyway? The couch is terribly low on stuffing, where the hell did it go anyway?? Clipping my nails, I can't believe you did this to me. Do I clip your nails? No. Do I run up and pick you up and call you idiotic names like Baby Jim, or Jimesca, or Mrs. Jim Jim???? No. So don't do it to me, or us rather. You constantly make fun of my bionic ears, and comment on my weight, and EVEN sometimes how UGLY I am!! Who are you, Fabio?? Let me tell you, if I was a human and I looked like you, I would still hide under the couch all day! I can't help it if my ears have a mind of their own, and my weight has always fluctuated, ever since I went on that Shit-Fast protein shake diet. Man, that was rough. You always insist on placing a fence around the TV, this is very annoying, we have been dying to get back there and chew all the wires, so you need to remove this at once. Your lucky I fell asleep on the cable box or else I would have decimated your home theater experience.  This just scratches the surface, Thumper had a few things he wanted to add but who cares about his minor grievances. Like we said, you have 3 days to decide, I have the Bunderground Railroad on standby, so let me know. Regretfully Yours, Fran (and Thumps)

Wow! Frannie sounds upset, I never knew that she could write English so well. I have a lot to think about over the next few days I guess.

The Bun Life - Frannie's Sneaky Surprise

I haven't posted in a bit, been feeling crappy due to my gallbladder, but will likely be having it out soon. Anyway, onto the bunny stuff, who cares about my health crap right? Okay, here is the situation:

I have a playpen that goes around my entire big screen TV and completely seals off the TV area so the bunnies can't get behind it and chew everything up and get electrocuted. The other night I wanted to watch a movie, and I wanted the screen to be unobstructed, so I removed the playpen from around the TV just for the duration of the movie. I have done this before with no issues. Well, during the movie, I fall asleep. When I wake up, I put the recliner down and see the TV is off due to the sleep timer I always set in case I fall asleep.

I go to the bathroom, then to the kitchen to get a drink, and then come to the couch and sit down, eager to watch more TV. I clicked the remote, nothing happens. I hold the remote at different angles in case the beam is hitting the furniture or something, nothing. Hmm. I get two new batteries out of the drawer of the coffee table and replace the ones in the remote control, and try it again. Nothing. What the hell?

As I am trying to figure out what the problem is, I just happen to glance over at the cable box and guess what I see? Frannie!!! Sprawled out, laying down stuffed in the shelf of the entertainment center with her front paw hanging over the remote sensor for the cable box. I was shocked and couldn't believe that she stuffed herself in there. She could have easily got behind the TV and chew every wire in sight. I scooped her up and she was looking at me the whole time as if to say, "What? Something wrong? What is the big deal, I was just laying down in the entertainment center!"

Unreal Fran, unreal. It was so shocking because it was the absolute last thing I expected to see when looking on the shelf at the cabe box. She is something else, I tell you.