Friday, May 14, 2010
Bunny here, finally getting my turn with the laptop!
You might have read earlier this week that I was a bit upset with Dad after he stepped on my tail. I have to say, that really smarted. However, I'm a forgiving kind of girl. It's much easier to go take a nap than to hold a grudge, plus, you might miss out on some petting opportunities that way. So, I was willing to let it go and forget about it.
Well, the next morning I was having a very pleasant nap and wouldn't you know, Dad had to come in and interrupt me. He had the nerve to ask me to get off the bed! How am I supposed to get my morning nap in without the bed to sleep in? He said he needed to make the bed. That would just figure, after I'd gotten the quilts arranged just the way I liked them.
I came to the living room and told Mom all about it, but my nap was already ruined. At least Mom gave me her yogurt cup and let me curl up in her spot when she got up to go to work. I had no choice, I had to give Dad the cold shoulder again. At this point, I'm starting to have doubts about my abilities to train these people. Perhaps I'm a failure as a human trainer!
Wednesday morning was a whole different story, though. Dad woke us all up at some inhumane hour when there aren't even any cats out prowling around and drug us outside to use the powder room. Again, I was having serious doubts about my methods and abilities for training my humans. After he let us back in, I got back in bed where everyone belongs at that hour and curled up next to Mom. Dad left go to on his special trip and we were all still sleeping. Even Lilac went back to sleep, which has to be some kind of miracle!
Mom got up when her alarm went off and gave me a little tummy rub. She went in the bathroom for a little bit and then came in and folded up Dad's quilt. Then she tugged on the other one and told me to move over. She asked me to get off the bed and said that same nonsense about how she had to make it. I rolled over and offered to let her rub my tummy for good luck. I mean, doesn't everybody's day go better after a good tummy rub? She rubbed it a little and then still told me to get off the bed. I batted my eyelashes at her and wagged while still showing my tummy. She sighed and then she made the bed around me. Mom told me that I could lay in there as long as I didn't mess it up. Score!
So, perhaps I'm not as bad at training these humans as I feared. Mom's training is really exceeding my expectations now. Is it possible that my dad is defective or something? Oh, and Mom has to work late tonight, so I probably won't get to visit much until maybe later this evening or weekend.