Today's Apology

We're very sorry for the noise today.  We hopped to the country, visited an archive, ordered a tree and then sent a friend request to someone on Facebook who can hopefully help more with the human's genealogy.  Brother is not pleased, and has been making threats against Facebook.  We're just glad he doesn't know the password for the Facebook account, so he can't log on and try to either cancel the friend request or unfriend the person we're hoping for genealogy assistance from.

Facebook Issues

The human has done it again. She tracked down another batch of relatives on Facebook and sent a friend request. And this batch is very closely related too. Just my luck. I'm sure that once the human connects with them, a reunion invitation will be issued! And a reunion invitation will result in more goodie bags being needed! And more seed favors needing to be assembled! I will be working forever! Is there some way to block Facebook while there is still time?

AAAAAHHHH!!!

I was so distracted by that bear that came trotting in that I almost missed the true horrors of the evening. I'll bet that's why she was petting me so nicely, too, to try to distract me! I should have known that a bear released from the mission had to be up to something. Oh, this is terrible! Cousin Evelyn is DEAD! And of course, she couldn't die quietly, without fanfare, now could she? She had to leave a nice, detailed obituary, which the human was able to use to hunt down her SURVIVORS on Facebook! As soon as the funeral is over tomorrow, she's going to send out friend requests. Oh, we are all doomed. This is sure to lead to nightmarish growth of that tree, and probably a ton of falling nuts, too. Cousin Evelyn should be ashamed of herself!

Facebook Crime Wave

Betsy finally did it. She joined one of the criminal games on Facebook under the human's account. She has been playing for under an hour now, and is already up to level five! I'm sure that's the worst possible sign. The humans are going out to eat in a bit, too, and the computer will be unguarded. That means Betsy can play without supervision, and get alarming amounts of criminal ideas, likely until Santa comes!

Animal Adoptions

I've noticed, when I've checked what the human's doing on Facebook, that a lot of different animals have ads popping up, requesting adoption for the holidays, including an entire herd of polar bears. How worried do you suppose I should be about the human constantly seeing such advertisements while tending her little farms and zoos? I don't want to imagine what could happen if another polar bear moved in here!

Betsy has Done it Now

Betsy has really done it this time. As if all of that missing honey wasn't bad enough, someone just posted on Facebook, reporting that a large quantity of marbles has gone missing. And, of course, I've been having to deal with the click-clicking of that bear, playing with a big batch of marbles for the last few hours. Does anyone know the penalty for marble theft? I have half a mind to turn her in, if for no other reason than so I won't have to hear those marbles anymore.

Updates

The human is still worried about that cub, and is thinking of avoiding Facebook for awhile so she doesn't see anything else upsetting. Of course, the problem is, that if she does this, I'm sure that will leave her alarming amounts of time to work on that awful tree of hers. I ought to take that cub to court for causing all of this trouble. And, to make matters worse, I've seen Betsy with the glue, scissors and the newspaper, cutting out words and pasting them onto another sheet, and there are alarming words such as money, with the m crossed out, and replaced with an h to make the word honey, and other words like leave, under, and tree. I don't like that or else phrase she cut out from an editorial either.

Bears Should be Arrested

I want those bears arrested right away. Surely there is some sort of law against them causing such damage to my poor fur. As if it wasn't bad enough that there was a poor bear killed in the mountains, now another cub who was on Facebook has gone missing. Needless to say, the human is freaked, and I'm sure will break into sobs at any moment. Honestly, what are those bears thinking? The mother bear probably hid the cub, planning to trot her out later and get some sort of book deal. Either that, or the little thing thought Betsy might drop in, and took to the trees in an attempt to hide. I don't think the human is going to calm down though. Really, what did I do so wrong, to make the bears give me all of this grief? Don't I put up with all of my siblings and their antics with more tolerance than most cats? Those bears should behave themselves and spare my fur! I ought to turn the law loose on them!

Mountain Bear Issue

The human was very upset today due to this poor mountain bear, little more than a cub really, who nipped a tourist, and was then captured and killed by the park service, despite a big effort on Facebook to save the poor thing. I do feel sorry for the bear, who was probably just trying to flee in anticipation of Betsy dropping in, but the human was threatening to boycott the park, which might have cut into her genealogy efforts big time. I'm afraid she's came up with a worse plan, though. She is going to fictionalize this, and put it in one of her bear mysteries. Just wonderful. I hope that park is insured. They were worried about the annoying human who got nipped suing, I'm sure. Well, they should have worried more about this. The other bears weren't happy to begin with about what happened to this poor bear, and were in negotiations with the woodpecker for suitable payback. Now the human will probably need to go there for research, and they will be able to give my tenant a ride to peck apart park headquarters instead of him having to take the trouble to fly. And then there's Betsy. She was ticked too, thinking that this might make the other bears nervous and more difficult for her to hunt them down for robbery purposes. Now she can torment the poor park for that, and for research purposes. They are doomed. I'll bet in a few weeks, they will be wishing the pesky tourist who claimed he was nipped had fallen over the waterfall the trail led to, before this all happened.

Human's Feeling Better

The human's feeling better, and in a bit of bad news for me, she made this recovery just in time to chat with a new cousin. I have never been so alarmed in my life. And she's hoping to find other cousins through him, too, which is such a horrible sign that I don't even want to think of it. I really should find a way to block Facebook. I'm sure that it is going to lead to giant amounts of trouble over that awful tree.

Blocking Facebook

The human has done it this time. She has tracked down a batch of new cousins via Facebook! This can only encourage the growth of that horrible, horrible family tree, which is sure to be a disaster. Does anyone have any ideas as to how I can block Facebook before the human uses it to track down more alarming numbers of relations? I'm sure finding them will lead to reunions, and selling of various family books, which will likely end up with me being put to work licking and stamping envelopes. Do you know how bad the glue on envelopes tastes?

The Human Did It

The human made the Facebook group, like I was afraid she was going to do. Now she's just got to send the announcement to all of her cousins, and then have them post to other cousins. I hate to think of how far this horrible thing could go, and it's sure to add more alarming branches to that tree of hers. Facebook should be ashamed! Isn't it bad enough that they encourage rabbit gardening? Now they're helping with that awful tree!

Blaming Cousin Margie

I blame Cousin Margie, who had the audacity to die three years ago for my current troubles. The human found her obituary just yesterday, and of course it was nice a detailed, adding alarming amounts of limbs onto that horrible family tree of hers. Really, couldn't that cousin have taken better care of her health, or if she had to schedule her demise, couldn't she have found a way to hide her obituary first? Now the human has information on her siblings, and is determined to hunt them down too, and add a few more limbs. There is even talk of setting up a family page on Facebook, so she can guide new cousins, and make plans for horrible family activities. I don't want to think of how all of this is going to cut into my computer time. She ought to be ashamed!

Facebook

Should you be on Facebook, I suggest that you flee now, because that place is about to become a den of terror. Betsy Bear is looking into getting a Facebook account so she can play a variety of criminal games. They offer a shocking number of those things on there. I don't want to think of how well she will do at those sorts of things, and it is sure to encourage her to greater heights of crime. Flee now before the horror gets you!

Zoo Game

The people in charge of the human's zoo game on Facebook messed things up, and as a result, the human is now part of a boycott. Normally I would be thrilled, but she's talking about the time she will have for writing now that she doesn't have to tend her zoo. And what will she be writing? Rabbit encouragement! She has several new ideas for more horror! What did our neighbors do wrong to deserve this? I urge everyone to write to Zoo World on Facebook right away and demand the Wildlife points be put back the way they were. The neighbors love their home so. Help save it!

Facebook Update

This place is evil is all that I can say. At first I hoped the games would distract the human from encouraging the rabbits, which they have to a degree, but now that I've checked the games, I'm very alarmed. One of them encourages the breeding of SHEEP! Why don't they just wave a big sign for the polar bears? And I won't even get into the importance of rabbits in every game the human plays. That is just too alarming. Oh, and then there's the genealogy! She's using Facebook to hunt cousins and grow that awful family tree of hers!

Word Count Month Three Day Twenty-Seven

The human wrote 2093 words on her tale of terror bringing it up to 16,511 words total. And that doesn't count the fan fictions that the human is working on. Facebook is acting up, giving her lots of time for writing, to say the least. If they don't get it fixed soon, I shudder to think of what could happen.

Mister Peepers

I would like to urge my readers to head over to this page to offer this poor bird your support. He was given to a nice family in Florida, and now his old human is attempting to reclaim him. Naturally, Mister Peepers doesn't want to move again, and who can blame him? Florida is rather nice, at least as long as Betsy Bear isn't visiting, and he's very attached to his current family. Please go by the page to offer a few words of support. The human who wants him back is wanting him to travel cargo! Have you ever heard of such? That has to be worse that couch and third class, and since they don't even give you heat in cargo, I imagine they don't offer a meal either. Or a movie. Obviously the human who is trying to reclaim this bird is insane, and I urge everyone to support him in his fight to stay with his current family.

Word Count Month Three Day Twenty-Five

The human wrote 2906 words on her second tale of rabbit terror, bringing her up to 12,416 words total on that. And I just realized something awful. She's posting word counts on Facebook, where that publisher can see! What if they actually are impressed by what she's able to crank out?

Novel Horrors Month Three Day Twenty-Five

Please offer up prayers for our poor neighbors, and for goodness sakes, if you are on Facebook. friend the human immediately, and offer her large amounts of gifts for her farm, zoo and garden! It might distract her. I'm afraid that she just figured out the plot twist she wants for the second rabbit novel she is working on, which means she now thinks she will be able to really fly through things. Our neighbors are doomed. And, in even worse news, she thinks she's friended a publisher, and has them as a neighbor on Farmville. The rabbits are plotting to lavish them with rabbit themed gifts, to put them in the right mood for buying rabbit novels.