Sorry We Didn't Post Last Night

We're very sorry we didn't post last night, but we were having to have a chat with our squirrel friend. Our brother made another attempt to trot out the door when the humans returned from the grocery store, after saying many unkind things about the squirrel, and the hard work he is doing, converting the front yard into a possible pumpkin patch come spring. Really, we don't know what his problem with that is, and won't he be happy not to have his naps disturbed by the lawnmower if the pumpkins take over? It took forever for us to convince the poor squirrel that our brother is certainly not going to get out and munch him down for a snack. Really, we don't know what we're going to do with that cat. At the rate he is going, he will never be allowed online again!

Still No Feline Improvements

Our brother is still amusing himself being a horrible, horrible cat. Really, we don't know what in the world he is up to, although we are sure the fact that the human gave him cheese to lure him in the last time he got out the door has some baring on the situation. He probably has his eyes on getting the entire bag. Really, though, he is annoying the humans terribly. He tried to trot out again when we returned from our second trip to the country today. Oh, it is going to be so NICE when we finally get him up there, and away from these bad influence cats! We're sure they aren't helping the situation at all.

Still Hasn't Learned

Well, our brother still hasn't learned. He tried to duck out the door again, when the humans were getting things ready to go to the country. Really, we don't know what in the world he is thinking. Possibly he is talking to the wrong sort of cats. There has been a white cat hanging about lately that we thought would make a suitable friend, but perhaps that cat is one of Nick's relations, with his fur dyed as a disguise, trying to lure our brother into temptation. Really, we will be so happy when we get him up to the country and away from such bad influences. We checked out the beds today, and started working out the sleeping assignments. Our brother is currently assigned to the top bunk, row 2, space 6, right in the middle of three bunnies, a frog, a reindeer and four bears. That ought to be nice and cozy for him.

Did It Again

Our brother did it again, popping out the door, right under the human's cane, when they were returning from a visit to a church sale. Really, we don't know what in the world he was thinking and he is just lucky that horrible relation of Nick the Cat wasn't waiting to cross his path, and give him awful luck. He would have DESERVED it too, for alarming the humans so and making them run around trying to get him back in the house! So, he is banned from the computer until further notice as a result of this bad behavior. I wonder if we should go ahead and rename this blog? The Bunny Report, perhaps?

If the Zoo Asks

If the zoo asks, I was here all day, being forced to work by a batch of rabbits. I didn't even have a moment to look outside. They barely gave me a moment to drop my my food bowl to grab a quick bite before forcing me back to work. I was totally occupied, and thus could have nothing to do with the penguin disaster that hit today. The human had to go by the zoo not once but twice to get those goodie bag coupons. She says it was due to some sort of mix-up, but I know the real reason. I spotted a penguin waddling in to talk to the other penguins, holding an email from the zoo residents, asking for a second trip, since too many penguins were in residence to comfortably fit into the car, hidden under a blanket in the floorboard, in one trip. Two trips, and two car loads of penguins. I am afraid to look outside!

Alert the Zoo! And Blame the Native Americans!

The bunnies planted more. They just hopped in to announce that they put out banana squash big enough to feed gorillas, banana melon for medium sized monkeys, Cinderella pumpkin, moon and stars watermelon, patissons panache blanc et vert, spaghetti squash, sucrine du berry, bushel gourd, Cherokee black tomatoes, black zebra tomatoes, tomatoes from someone named Willie who makes his home in a boxcar, and great white tomatoes, which are probably popular with certain species of whale. The zoo should go on high alert right away, as I'm sure escapes to sample the produce are being planned. Someone needs to have a talk with the Native Americans too. I'm sure their contributions to the rabbits' garden are part of some plot to punish us all for the loss of their land hundreds of years ago.