Rustling

I am hearing alarming sounds of bread wrappers rustling, the toaster popping, and the refrigerator being opened. Those rabbits now have seven loaves of bread, and they're hard at work on sandwiches, sandwiches that I just know I'm going to be expected to help them with eating. There's something paper-like propped up in my cat bed, and I'm sure it's an invitation to a tea party. I can only hope that this tea party isn't black tie.