My 8 lb Dictator

My life is run by a 8lb ball of fluff.  I kid you not.  He’s bossy and needy, and he never lets me go away for weekends unless he has a babysitter.  And….they have to be an around the clock babysitter.  If they only come in to feed or play for 20 minutes or so….he tears apart his pen.   He tells me when to get to up, when to eat and when it’s time for affection.  I can never sleep in because he needs to be fed at the same time every morning or he starts throwing things around his pen.

Hi!  You’re going to pet me now, right?

Not to mention…if he wants attention he pounds the floor until I wake up and give in. I’m not talking about a quick little tap.  I mean a light knock every 3 minutes until it turns into a loud pounding.  My neighbors 2 floors below me can hear him when he gets that way. I’ve gotten messages while at work that’s thumping away, demanding something, even when no one is home!  He’s seriously lucky he’s cute.

Have I mentioned he begs like a dog? Whether I’m sitting in a chair, on the couch or on the floor when I have friends over, he’s right there.  He stares at me while I eat and follows my hand regardless of what I’m putting in my mouth.  I’m pretty sure I could be eating rabbit, and he’d still want some.

Can I have that?

 

This fur ball also basically owns half of my apartment.  He has an exercise/play area that takes up the kitchen floor, along with a 3X4 pen that opens up into the kitchen area. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night to run to the bathroom, only to step on his twisted knot and other wooden toys.  Needless to say, it hurts just as much as a Lego. He’s the most spoiled thing, but he’s cute so it evens out.

I’m 8 lbs, but I need all this space.  And whatever you have too….it’s important

When I go to the kitchen to get something to eat or drink, he’s right behind me.  He knows where his food is kept, and automatically assumes if I open the fridge, it’s to get him some lettuce or greens.  He gets so excited while I walk that way that he runs through my legs. I trip over him on a daily basis.

He’s made me realize that I don’t quite understand the expression “curiosity killed the cat.” It should really be “curiosity killed the bunny.”  He gets into EVERYTHING from mail to my clothing.  He needs to check every thing I bring into the apartment, just in case there is something for him in it. I feel like I’m going through customs every time I go shopping.

Was this mine?  Did you take my stuff?

 

This bag is mine.  I can smell the veggies.

 

These books are mine too.

 

He’s always ready to eat and gets so excited when it’s time for food.  I don’t fully understand it since he has unlimited hay, pellets in the morning and fresh veggies in the evening. But he spins circles, runs around like a mad man, and jumps around whenever I pull out vegetables.  He’ll sometimes jump in my lap if I’m hand feeding him, or put his paws on my legs to keep me from moving.

Don’t you move!  Give me another vegetable!

But at the end of the day, he’s just too adorable.  He’ll curl up his furry little butt or lay fully stretched out napping.  His cute little face just looks so sweet.  He may be a pain in my butt, but I adore him….his pushiness and all.

Nap time!