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Well, hokay, guess I got told.
Dis morning MissyBun came up to me and said, "Lookit, George. I can't be habbin' wif dis."
And I look around, notice I'm not doing ennyfing in particular hexcept eating a few Green Bag pellets, and so I'm, like, "Can't be habbin wif whut?"
And she plants herself in frunt of me with her ears standing out horryzonally frum her head and she's, like, "Wif you not typin The Hay Diaries. You're lettin' Belinda's whole blog go away and her blog wassa Berry Furst Blog by a HouzRabbit onna whole Innernet, ever. And she left it to you and you're lettin' her down and I can't be habbin' wif dat onna'count obba Fakt she wouldn't be habbin' wiffit!"
So I had sum hay and hadda Fink and - wouldn't you know it? - Missy was more or less right (although axtchually "telling" her that she is Right is just gonna cause more trubble than it's worf, so I'm not gonna say ennyfing except here where she might not read it, but then again, she might - you nebber know...)
But Missy was Right, and I have been letting Belinda down, and Belinda wassa Furst Bunny to welcome me innu Our Warren when I wassa Very Small White Bunny, all OnAlone inna cardboard box onna'count obba Fakt I wassa Easter Dump. And I can't let criticism frumma bad-tempered drunk and betrayal by a so-called "friend" to hurt my feelings so that I let down my bestbeloved Belinda and stop typin' in her blog, you know?
"When pooties stink, you kick them outta the litterbox and start bugging Dadda for a cleanout." Missy says, and then she does *footflicks* and stuff just flies ebberywheres.
She hassa way of getting stuff done when she wants it.
Which issa lot like KayCee Kitty, who is the Empress of Phil's Chowder ob Five that moved in with him afta he hurt his knee rilly, rilly bad again.
Now, inna Beginning, KayCee came frum wunna those PetSmart Rescue Days and that was when Phil was twelve years old. He's twenty-five now, so you can figger out how old she is, onna'count obba Fakt she is Sensative About Her Age. Let's just say that I don't bemember back that far onna'count obba Fakt I wasn't born when KayCee arrived in Our Warren. That was sort of around the same time as me,Hunny and Heatherington and Maggie were the onliest bunnies inna Warren, inna Very Beginning.
Hokay. I have not told you how old KayCee is.
Just lately, KayCee has taken to sitting atta top obba stairs to Phil's place and she has taken to calling, just like she did when Phil went away innu the Navy. And she hassa very loud call. Very what-you'd-call a persist-ant call, too, in that she can keep up callin' "Philowl! Philowl! Philowl!" for like an hour or more atta time. Yeah! Whereas when Phil was inna Navy, she would just call for, like, a half-an-hour and then gave it up and crawl innu bed wif Maman and go to sleep. Now she just wants to call and call and call!
And it's driving ebberybun nutz.
For no reason at all she just sits atta top obba stairs and calls out, "Philowl! Philowl! Philowl!" for, like, ebber and nobunny can figger out Whut She Wants.
Because Phil is not inna Navy ennymore. Maman says he issa Vet and we all know that's a bad werd, but apparently not if you are Phil. He doesn't stick needles in you, and he doesn't talk about "taking temperatures" and he doesn't pull your lips up to look in your mouth. These are all good things points (he does occasionally pull your tail and say, "Bunny butt!" which rilly makes Mr Mouse angry, but that's about it for being 'nnoying. Now udder "vets" where you go for those "Well-Bunny Check-Ups" - yeah, now we're talkin' needles-inna-butt, anna whole nine-yards ob humillyashun-inna-name-ob-"Its-good-fer-you", which issa crock if I ebber heard wun, but...).
So KayCee sits onna stairs and is yeowling, "Philowl! Philowl! Philowl!" and so Maman calls to her and says fings like, "Whuttsamatta wif my poor liddle KayCee Kitty-cat?"
And KayCee will shut up for a minit, and then she'll start again wif, "Philowl! Philowl!" and that will go on, until Da Dawg goes over to the door and lies down with his nose pressed up against it. And then Dadda says to Maman,
"Lookit, da Dawg is getting 'd-mail'!" and he'll laugh, but KayCee will go on yellin', "Philowl! Philowl! Philowl!"
And then Maman opins the door and KayCee parades uppystairs wif her tail waving like a flag, but she still doesn't shut up. She goes innu ebbery single room calling out, "Philowl! Philowl! Philowl!" even while she's parading right past Phil!
And you can tell Phil's embarassed by her onna'count obba Fakt he scoops her up and axts her, "Whuttsamatter wif my gurl, huh?" and then tells Maman, "You give in too easy, Ma. There's nothing wrong with her. She just wants to be up here so she can own it."
And Maman grumbles to us, "Easy for him to say! Poor kitty-child wants to live as nicely as the bunnies."
And we're, like, "That is not a 'poor kitty' at all! That issa spoilt princess priss that wants to eat our hay!"
But you know, I don't fink it's ebben the hay that innerests KayCee (although she does come in and eat it, and then she goes to lie onna sofa where Mouse watches "Law Order" with Maman!).
Know whut I fink? I fink alla dat calling "Philowl! Philowl!" issa lot like Missy's quoting Belinda's "I can't be habbin wif dis!" and making her ears stand out horryzonally frum her head. It is to Get Whut She Wants.
Yeah. It's Whut Gurls Do.
Onna'count obba Fakt KayCee and Missy are both Gurls and they both hab figgered out that it issa lot easier forda rest ob us to give in and just Do Whut They Want than it is to Sit Around and Try To Guess Why they are doing Whut They Are Doing. And they can keep up Doing Whut They Are Doing a lot longer than most ob us can Sit Around and Wonder.
Lemme tell you.
So when Missy says, "I can't be habbin wif dis..." no matter whut "dis" happins to be that she can't be habbin' wif, I make sure I fix it, right away. Onna'count obba Fakt, I can't be habbin wif Missy not habbin' wif sumfing!
----------------------------- By George