Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Doom
The human goes to the hospital tomorrow, and I didn't have time to arrange to send a warning to the neighbors. Although, I grant you, she doesn't do much as far as controlling those rabbits, at least her presence reins them in a bit. I shudder to think what might happen with her gone and me as the only thing between the neighbors and a rabbit gardening disaster. I was nearly hopped on by a rabbit who was overeager to get out to the garden early. If they're like this with the human still here, I shudder to think of what they'll be like when she's gone. I wonder if I still have time to call and make a jail reservation? I'm sure I could get a taxi to pick me up.
Labels:
broken ankle,
bunnies,
human,
jail,
neighbors,
Sir Pinky the Cat
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