Work Looms

I'm afraid work is looming hard on the horizon. My poor paws. I've taken such care with them, keeping them nice and soft, and now they're to be ruined by forced labor! The bunnies hopped around a bit ago, to measure my tail for a brush, and to order me to report in the morning to be sized for a hammer! They're serious about making me work! They've even been talking about how nice it would be to spend Christmas at the country cottage, so you know they'll push these repairs like crazy. I'm doomed! Doomed to work! The only thing that might save me now is if the human feels bad enough not to make the trip.