New Year, same as before, give me some treats or I’ll poop on your floor.
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.
Pssst… hey dad…
TIME TO FEED THE BUNNIES.
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.
Hmm? What? Did you say treats?
Treats! I want treats!
Gimme gimme gimme. Ignore Gus, just give me some treats!
Obviously he takes way too long in preparing it, but eventually dad does bring us dinner.
OM NOM NOM.
OK, thanks for dinner dad! …Now go away.
Uh, yeah, hi dad, nice video work there, but could you put that down and give us breakfast now, please? Like… NOW, now?
So, dad’s been playing around with some new fangled “vine” video thing. Despite the name, you can’t eat it – which is very disappointing.
can show short videos of us, and that makes it all worthwhile.
I hate it when dad interrupts my morning bunny yoga routine.
He’s such a pain.
I categorically deny that this is me or that I was trying to sneak into the bedroom where I’m not allowed.
But under the bed is so much
fun! Why can’t I go in there??
Next time… next time…