I didn’t even want to get out of bed this morning but the rabbit had other plans for me. She kept chewing the tape off my silk screens, and I kept yelling “Rabbit!” but this didn’t discourage her. Finally I woke up yelling “goddamnit! goddamnit! goddamnit!” this rabbit is giving me Turrets. Usually she becomes neurotic and starts acting out if something is wrong, like she needs fresh litter or more food or her water bowl needs freshening. I showered got dressed, hid under the covers for another half hour and then got going to Greenpoint the Polish neighborhood that I refer to as just Poland. While in Petland Discounts over by the Feline Pine a tenant of mine called saying she’s locked herself out of her studio. I tell her I’ll be back in a half hour, I’ve just got to buy some toilet paper. Walking back with 17 lbs of rabbit food and litter and 12 rolls of toilet paper I see Kayrock on the other side of the street, he waves and I just manage to give a queer thumbs up because of all the bags I’m carrying.

I let the tenant in and then cleaned the rabbit’s cage that she has been free from being confined to unless I’m giving her a “time-out.” She likes things neat, I’m sure she gets this from me because scientists say only animals living in close contact with humans develop neurotic tendencies. She seemed incredibly pleased with herself resting under the stairs with a smug look on her face after just having manipulated me into doing exactly what she wanted.

Now the bun-bunny has climbed into her cage to obsessively arrange the hay the way she wants it. Sounds like a frustrated writer crumpling up paper.