Happy Easter everyone.
No blood on the carpet. No patches of fur strewn around the living room. Don’t know what Easter’s going to be like without Pongo here to deal with the wrascally wabbit and keep him from stashing eggs in the couch cushions. I’ll probably be finding spoiled eggs around the condo for weeks. At least I have brunch plans at a little seaside place with friends. Kinda like a sunrise service, except with mimosas. And the eggs are in that convenient omelette shape.
The attack rat will take care of it.
Roxy has the attitude, but I’m not certain she has the size to deal with a trespassing rabbit hellbent on making me fat and diabetic. I’m betting she doesn’t even get out of her cage.