So that happened.

River realized that big human was missing and decided that she should drag her dish of paste into the center of her cage to pee on it in protest.  Not sure how that was supposed to bring big human back from his work trip, but bunny logic is a bit beyond us mere humans.

Mr. Giraffe, Esq. would like to point out that he strongly advised his client against peeing on her food, but since it did result in fresh paste, he considers that a win even though big human didn't magically materialize due to her actions.  River, unhappy with this outcome (even though second breakfast was tasty), appears to be considering escalation to bring her big human back.

That goes there.

River scattered her coco puffs everywhere but her litter box in protest of my cage cleaning efforts.  Sorry for the wonky pic, but the original camera angle didn't quite capture the level of disdain and general rabbitude the little munchkin was exhibiting!

Bunloaf activate!

This is River protesting me cleaning her cage.  She looks on in disapproval and refuses to move her little butt from the corner so I can finish cleaning.

But I was here first!

This is River staging a flop-in protest because I scooted her over so I could clean her litter box.  She cranked the drama up to 11 with a flop so hard she almost bounced and then proceeded to use the garbage bag as a pillow.  Oh, bunnies!

I'm not moving.

River staged a lie-in protest as soon as she saw me with the cage cleaning supplies.  She made a point of flopping as dramatically as possible and propping her chin up like this to give me her disapproving bunny stare.  So much drama for such a little bun!
Oh yeah, if you're wondering what the contraption with the binder clip is--that is our solution to River's new-found game of digging up her litter box.  She has enough room to do her business but not enough to go into her manic "Dig all the things!!!" mode while she's in there.  It also provides her a little nest to hang out in, which is the coolest thing ever if her turning into a purring little bun loaf is anything to go by.

Bunny cage cleaning drama.

Simon is not happy about me cleaning his room.  He decided that the best way to show this would be to jump into the basket we keep the litter in and stare at me accusingly...

Me:  Come on, Simon, hop out of there.  I need to clean your cage.
Simon:  No.  You stole all of my toys.  I'm not moving!
Me:  Fine, just stay out of trouble. [proceeds to clean out litterbox]

Me:  Simon, pawing at the bag is not staying out of trouble.  Stop that!
Simon:  Don't care.  It's fun.  I'll stop when you stop messing with my cage.

Simon:  All my hard work...for nothing!  I'm going to annoy you as much as you have me.

Me:  Hop out, Simon, your cage is all clean now!
Simon:  No.  You made it smell bad and touched all my toys.  Tiger bun isn't moving!

Me:  Simon... [no-nonsense tone]
Simon:  Don't want to!  I like it in here.

Simon:  If I hop out, will I get oats?
Me:  Maybe.

Simon:  Okay!
Me:  Ack!!!  Not that way--you're kicking litter everywhere!
Simon:  Don't care, I'm getting oats!

Hop on Washington.

River thought that her sign may be considered a bit terse, so she asked me to place an addendum to today's post:
Dear Congresshumans,
It's been 10 days now since the government has been shut down due to your actions.  If I'm curt with you it's because time is a factor.  I think fast, I talk fast and I need you guys to act fast if you wanna get out of this.  So, pretty please...with sugar on top.  Balance the f**king budget.
Sincerely,
River M. Bun
P.S.  Simon J. Bun Esq. agrees with me, but is too polite to say so.

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