Hello. It’s Belinda.
I hope you are having a good week. Staying cool.
As for me, I’m working on a big assignment right now. A special project related to my work anniversary next month.
That's right. In September I celebrate two years as your spokesrabbit. Can you believe it?
The problem is my schedule is completely “out of whack” because I’m still at my agent’s house. Can’t concentrate.
My boyfriend’s companion and I have tried to be patient about staying here. The flood at home was nobody’s fault.
“Go with the flow,” as Dale Carnegie says in his books. Sometimes that means getting yourself far away from the flow. Which we did.
Speaking of Dale Carnegie, I left my leadership books at home. Which is a problem because I need them for my anniversary project.
And I could use a night in front of the TV. I miss my shows. Helps me to relax.
Anyway, we have tried to be good guests but enough is enough, if you know what I mean. Stuck here on the third floor for weeks. My roommate has had plenty of time to clean up the bottom level.
In fact, I’ve been worried about what she’s up to. Mopping and sweeping is one thing. But “remodeling” is taking things too far.
My office and sleeping corner are fine. Also I like the washing machine and cabinets where they are. I don’t want to come home to “chaos.”
The other morning, I mentioned all of the above to my boyfriend’s companion. I went on and on while she listened quietly.
Then she stared at me for so long I thought she fell asleep with her eyes open.
“I have an idea,” she said.
Next thing I know she jumped into her litter box. I have never seen her do that so I was stunned.
But then it “escalated.”
First, she kicked most of the litter out of the box. Her back feet are stronger than I thought. Litter flew through the air and landed all over the inside of her pen.
Then she jumped out of the litter box and put her front paws against the edge of a pee pad. She ran forward, pushing the pad under the hay holder.
She did this over and over again. When she finished, five pads were heaped against the pen. It was the biggest mess I've ever seen and that includes the flood.
Pieces of hay and litter fell through of the bars into my area. I let it be.
Then my boyfriend’s companion looked at me.
“You’re welcome,” she said.
I looked at her, then the mess, then back at her. I didn't know what to say.
“Now she has to send us home. For wrecking the place.”
I had to admit something. It was a brilliant plan.
I also had to admit that, even though she asks the same questions 10 times a day, sometimes my boyfriend’s companion seems to have all the answers.
But would my agent fall for it?
We didn’t have to wait long to find out. Because a few minutes later we heard her talking. Then footsteps on the stairs leading to our room.
When she appeared in the doorway, she was holding her laptop. It was open, with the monitor turned away from us.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said.
She turned the laptop around and we saw a woman’s face on the screen. There was a Ferris wheel turning behind her. We could hear music.
“Hi girls!” said the face on the screen.
My agent held the laptop steady as she walked into the room. She had a big smile on her face and so did my roommate.
Suddenly their faces froze. My agent stopped in her tracks.
She looked at my boyfriend's companion.
“What did you do to your pen?”
She tilted the laptop forward. So my roommate could get a better look at the pile of smashed pads and the litter all over the floor.
At that moment, I remember thinking that whatever happened next, it would be worth it. No matter how much trouble we were in. Because we would soon be sleeping at home, where we belong.
But I was wrong.
First I heard my roommate laughing. Then my agent started.
“Are you bored, Little Fang?” My roommate laughed even louder.
“Poor little bunny!” said my agent. “I’m sorry!”
How do you like that.
Turns out that we are stuck here for at least another week. And not because my boyfriend's companion had a "bad plan." Or because she can get away with anything.
But because our roommate is on vacation out of state.
She's not home cleaning up the bottom level. She's goofing off at carnivals and who knows where else.
All I know is I have deadlines and I can't work here. It's not professional.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select