We’ve been having a hard time getting Pants to come out of her penthouse suite lately.
Every morning when I wake up, the first thing I do is take care of her. I open her cage and she runs out down the carpeted path to the gym we set up for her. She usually runs around the gym and plays while I clean her litter box and get her food ready. Now, not so much.
On Saturday, we locked her out of her cage so we could vacuum it and so she had no choice but to play. What did she do? Stand on the outside pathetically looking in the whole time.
That double chin isn’t going to work off itself, Pants.
This morning, I was convinced she was ready to play. She actually came out of the cage and sniffed around cautiously for awhile.
But then basically just stared at me and judged me silently when I blocked the way back to her cage.
That is one unamused bunny.
I’ve heard that animals become like their owners. It’s not lost on me that she’s becoming lazier. I think this week we need a little playtime buntervetion.