(In case you’re wondering, it was a fairly decent meal.)
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.
Lately there have been a lot of our wild cousins around the house. Dad likes trying to take pictures of them, but little does he know that these are only the ones we let him see.
Even at a great distance, a bunny is alert to you, dad!
Boing! Your time is up. No more bunny for you, dad!
We’re always here. Always watching. And always disapproving.
You can’t escape the watchful eyes of the bunny!
That’s enough for now, I think. Wouldn’t want to tip our paw early.