(In case you’re wondering, it was a fairly decent meal.)
So, I’m in jail… again. Dad’s got me locked up in my area and isn’t letting me out (except for short and closely supervised time in the morning and evening).
I’m innocent, though! I was framed! It was, uh, some other bunny who peed on the carpet, not me!
What’s that? Mumm said she saw me do it? Right in front of her own eyes? Um… maybe she was hallucinating?
As you can imagine, being locked up like this is very exhausting. I hope I can get out soon!
So, we moved to a new house.
Mum and dad say things aren’t quite all unpacked or set up yet, but as long as my food bowl & litter box are in the right spot, I don’t mind. Besides, I’ve got lots of chinning & sniffing to do.
Oh, and I also need to sit and admire my new domain.
Oh, right, sorry Betsy… I mean “our” domain.
Sorry, what’s that, dad? “Your” house? Ha ha ha, nope! It’s MINE!
Now bring me some treats.
Wait, what do you mean by “moving?” I didn’t give you permission to move!
We’re just going to sit here until you put all the furniture back the way it was.
Even though dad says we’re not moving far, and that we’ll have a yard to play in (while supervised), a garden to grow food & treats for us, and a bigger house to explore, I’m still not happy with the changes.