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....
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