Onward and upward

Mom found out this week that she's been accepted to Eastern Michigan University, with a scholarship! She's been positively giddy, dancing and singing around the house, making a horrendous racket. Sure, we're happy for her and all, but we're trying to NAP here. A little consideration....??

Mom will be striving for a degree in Professional Writing, with a minor in Theatre. She has already enlisted my help with the writing part. She figures I'm already hard at work on these blogs, so I might as well take some time and hack out her homework for her. It's a daunting responsibility. Mom's entire academic future could rest on my furry little shoulders! Let's see if she remembers to give the bunny some credit at graduation....

Move over, Mom!

So Mom came home today all atwitter! She's been offered a job writing for the local newspaper. She's all excited.

My first question, as always, is how will this affect ME? I'll tell you how. I'm being bumped from my rightful spot as bunny blogger! Mom's kicking me out of the chair and off the keyboard. "Outta my way, I've got a deadline!" she bellers, hacking away feverishly.

Mom insists that I am being "melodramatic". According to her, she's not really usurping my power. She's merely suggesting that we SHARE the computer. So I am expected to stew in my creative juices while she slaps out some nonsense piece about city zoning ordinances or the dearth of affordable downtown parking. What nerve!

Mom says I will have plenty of time to wax poetic while she's off chasing leads and interviewing sources. I fret. I'm used to having free rein at the computer desk. Still, it's about time she started bringing in some cash. She'd been threatening to send Kenzie and me out on the street with a tin cup and a little sign saying "Will poop for food".

Focus!

So Mom had her interview today, and she's really annoyed. She wanted to talk about house rabbits and their habits, how to properly care for them and keep them healthy and happy. The reporter wanted to talk about the publishing process and marketing strategies. How dry is that??

Mom dragged me out to pose for an endless array of pictures. I let her know how I felt about things by gnawing a hole in the sleeve of her favorite sweater as she held me. She did not yell at me, in fact, she gave me a cherry half and called me a brave little boy!

Our article should run in Wednesday's paper and Mom is hoping it is not a complete disaster. She doesn't think well on her feet and hemmed and hawed her way through many of the questions. At least I was there to give her encouragement, and a few nips. Kenzie got to stay safely under the bed. So unfair. She got a cherry half too, and she didn't even do any work to earn it!

Nervous Nellie

Mom's in a tizzy, working herself up into a lather, all because some humans from the newspaper are coming to the house tomorrow to interview her about my book. Does that sound fair to you? They're interviewing HER, about MY book. Did anybody think to ask for the BUNNY'S perspective? Mom said something about a photo op, which sounds suspiciously like she's going to drag me out from under the bed where I will be peacefully napping and exhort me to "Smile for the camera!" I hope they shoot my good side. But then really, every side is my good side. Not to sound immodest....

Mom's decided that our whole habitat needs an overhaul. Suddenly, stray hay and chewed up paper towels are "embarrassing". And don't get her started on the errant poop pellets she's finding all over the living room. The great big noisy vacuum monster has been working overtime today. When Mom gets in a mood like this, it's best to hunker down and hang on for dear life! If you need me, I'll be cowering under the bed....