The Neighbors and the Bad Luck Crew

The humans came in from the store today commenting on how our neighbor's house, the one that Nick the Cat's relations seem to love lurking around to terrorize the humans, seems to be deserted. There was much speculation on if the neighbors had moved. Not that I could blame them if they did. Being trapped and tormented by those cats, it isn't like they got much use out of the property they were paying for so it makes perfect sense they would want to flee to a bad luck feline free zone. But then there is the matter of the house. With those horrible, rotten cats lurking around, I'm sure it won't sell. And what if they figure out a way to get in? They could declare the entire place their property, not just the porch, and invite every family member they have to move in with them! With that much bad luck, concentrated in one spot, oh, I shudder to think of the possible disasters that might ensue! I might have to to demand the bunnies recruit more of their friends and relations to live here, for the protection their big feet can offer!

Can't Decide

The bunnies are hard at work, constructing a fake rabbit's foot. When they're done, they're going to poke it under a bush out in the yard, to lure Nick and his relatives in. They're sure those cats won't be able to resist trying out their bad luck powers against a rabbit's foot, and to make the entire thing extra tempting, they are going to scatter shoes, borrowed from one of our horse siblings, and four leaf clovers all around. I'm not sure who I should be supporting in this, though. If the rabbits defeat Nick, it does mean that I will be drug off to the country to work on cottage improvement projects, but on the other paw, leaving Nick and his family on the loose can only end in disaster, ant invasions, diets and sweaty fur for me. I suppose it really isn't much of a decision. And surely I'll be able to find a hiding place at the cottage, if I'm drug there to be put to work, hopefully a place where my tail won't give me away like all of the hiding places down here!

Celebrated too Soon

I celebrated the work being on hold too soon. The bunnies dispatched a rabbit to the store this afternoon to collect another pack, and now they are camped out in front of the printer, a group guarding the ink, and another shooting me dark looks, and scribbling on a little list, undoubtedly plotting more work for me, in retaliation for the fact they suspect me of sabotaging the printer. Really, I don't know why they blame me. Just because they found inky cat paw prints on a piece of paper that was awaiting printing, is no reason to accuse me. Any cat could have left those. And why aren't they accusing Nick the Cat or his relations? They love causing bad luck. I'm sure they would like to try out their bad luck powers against the supposed good luck of rabbits' feet.

Stockings

Has anyone ever noticed how big rabbit feet are? I really didn't pay much attention until the rabbits decided that they have to have stockings to hang up for Santa to stuff with seed on Christmas. I shudder to think of how much seed would be able to fit into a sock designed to fit on a large rabbit foot. Aren't there laws against things like that?