I'm Back

I'm back, and really, the nerve of those bunnies, trying to keep me from blogging just because of a tiny scratch. It wasn't like I MEANT to do major damage, and they have no right to insist on a clawacure. Anyway, they're all in the tub anyway, scrubbing their ears. A pipe came loose under the house that required much crawling about in the dirt to reach and fix. The bunnies had some idea that I should be made to help with this. Thank goodness I was able to hide, and dodge their attempt to make me work. Do you know how bad dirt is for cat fur, and with the water from the leaking pipe, it was really more like mud!

Clawacure Booked

Josie Rabbit here. Our brother was horrible this evening, racing around to all of the windows and trying to yell out of them. We're not sure how he thought he would be heard, with the windows shut tight, and we're not sure who he was yelling at either, although if it was one of our squirrel or bunny friends, we're sure we'll find a complaint on our door in the morning. Anyway, Pinky got himself all wired up, and then he jumped on the grandhuman and clawed her. There was an awful lot of blood as a result, so he is being punished by being banned from the computer, and by our making arrangements for his clawacure.

Beauty Parlor

I barely escaped a trip to the beauty parlor, and a clawacure today. The bunnies located a beauty parlor that serves felines, and they were all fired up to drag me in for a trim, and probably a bath or something torturous like that too. I wouldn't put it past them to want to bathe me. They were lurking with my leash, and I was sure they were going to catch me, but thank goodness, the humans were expecting a repairman, and weren't able to drive the bunnies to the parlor with a captive cat. I fear what they might have planned for Monday, though. My poor claws!

Fleas

I have somehow developed a case of fleas, something that I totally blame Nick the Cat, the villain of the rabbits' tails of terror for. There's been another cat hanging around here lately that looks suspiciously like him. The feline is undoubtedly a relative, and undoubtedly here to cause trouble. I ended up getting lagged to the vet to deal with the fleas, I'm afraid, and my good claws were ruined once more. Really, when will those people learn? You would think after all of these years they would have worked out that growling and fighting means to leave the claws alone, no matter what the humans say. It will take forever to get them back into shape, and that's if I don't damage them further, placing a call to an attorney to seek a restraining order against Nick and his relations!

My Alibi So Far

The alibi seems to be working out well so far. At least I can't be blamed for the antics of the rabbits, who are plotting to hop all over some writing thing, helping the human hand out cards advertising those nightmarish stories of hers. The bunnies have even speculated on the possibility of giving away seeds, just to get more attention. I don't want to think of the trouble that sound cause if they do it. My one worry about this alibi, though, is the fact that the humans ordered a clawacure for me while I'm here. Really, I like my claws just the way they are, thank you very much. Does anyone know how I can cancel this procedure? Perhaps I can poke in the computer, and delete a few entries.