The Vet

Brother got drug to the vet today, for the rest of his shots, and we got the happy news that he has probably managed to steal a batch of worms that we are sure were meant to be tilling the soil in our garden.  Stealing worms, he should be ashamed.  And he has no right to complain about how he lost valuable arm fur after his latest antics.

Tummy Fur Theft

I'm back, and I absolutely must find a lawyer to sue that vet for stealing my fur right away. I know he took it, and sold it to the polar bears to be stuffed into a quilt. My polar bear sisters are always talking about how warm looking my fur is. They probably called while the humans' backs were turned, and offered the vet cash for a large hunk of tummy fur. That's my best fur and I was robbed of it. I know I saw someone at the vet's office with a soda from that company who supplies the bears with cash. If that isn't proof they're in league with the polar bears, I don't know what is!

Still the Bunnies

It's still the bunnies. Our brother is feeling much grumpier today and is digging through the phone book now looking for an attorney to sue the vet for robbing him of a sizable hunk of tummy fur. While he's doing that we thought we would post and update you. We've done some looking and chatting with others, and we have many wonderful ideas for possible cures for him. The human is feeling much better after we lounged on the bed last night telling her all of our ideas. We think tomorrow we'll hop out to start gathering cure materials. And isn't it just such a coincidence that all of the materials we need are located near the food co-op, which our brother calls that den of seed encouragement?

Josie Rabbit on Our Brother's Vet Visit

Hehehehehehe! Our brother was gloating over his vet visit, and the trouble he was planning to cause. Well, the joke is on him! The vet just put him on MEDICATION! He has to take two pills a day. Not only are we sure that they will be yucky and disgusting, but now because of this, he is doomed to have to travel everywhere we go. No more dodging trips to the country, and when it comes to visiting the birthplace of the bears, we're going to go ahead and book his seat! We're going to have so much fun with this! We must send the vet a thank you note right away!

Vet Appointment

I am booked for a vet appointment tomorrow. Normally I am annoyed by these things, but now I am kind of looking forward to it, after the success I had last visit. I wonder who I will be able to drive into fleeing the area this time? I'm thinking I will go for the blonde receptionist, who called me grumpy one visit. Tomorrow is going to be a lot of fun!

Success!

The bunnies said it couldn't be done, but I am happy to announce that I have achieved the greatest feline success imaginable! I am happy to announce that the huffing and puffing stunt I pulled at the vet's office a few months ago did in fact manage to blow that vet away! Success! I don't know of another cat who has managed to blow a vet away. The bunnies all said that only the dogs' cousin, the wolf, could accomplish such a feat, but I showed them! Maybe I'll work on blowing away a building next. Or a bus stop!

Josie Rabbit Here

Hi, it's Josie Rabbit, taking over the blog for the moment. Our brother had his flea treatment today, and really, he ought to be ashamed of himself. He pitched a fit, and tried to huff and puff and imitate the Big Bad Wolf in order to blow the vet away. Who knew letting him watch cartoons with us would be such a terrible idea? Anyway, they had a new vet out there today, and we wouldn't be surprised if she didn't flee the state after coping with our brother. It is so embarrassing. At least we don't have to go to the vet, though, so unless she visits this blog, she will never know we're related to that cat. Somehow, the flea medication was applied, we can only assume with a squirt gun from twenty paces, so our brother is banned from the computer until it is deemed sufficiently soaked in so as to not turn the human into a hive covered mess. And then he will be banned for a bit longer for his terrible behavior!

Horrors at the Church

The human went to a church sale today, and came trotting home with fabric that made the polar bears squeal and start bouncing around, plotting quilts. And, in even worse news, this sale had a ton of bedding on offer. The bunnies might hop over to check that out tomorrow. Really, I don't know why these churches keep doing this to me, encouraging my siblings. And the secretary who works at my VET is responsible for this sale and the resulting sibling encouragement too! Oh, horrors! What did I do to her, to make her want to do something like this? And it will be just my luck too, that she will meet the bunnies and like them, if they hop to the sale tomorrow. That can only lead to trouble for me, the next time I have to visit the vet. What in the world will I do?

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!

Novel Horrors Month Two Day Eight

I have never been so embarrassed in my life. The human just got off the phone to my vet, after placing a call to check out a rabbit fact for the book. And she let them know it was for a book, too, so they're sure to have questions for me the next time I go out there. Really, she should be ashamed. I have no idea how I will explain the rabbit related horror to the vet, and what if she thinks I am an accomplice to this? Really, the human should be so ashamed of herself. Couldn't she call some vet that we don't know, if she absolutely had to consult with them about rabbit issues, and disguise her voice so she couldn't be identified?

The Vet

Oh my heavens! The human has really done it this time! She has now invited my VET to this horrible church supper! This is part of some sort of trick to get me involved in assisting with this thing, I just know it. And what am I going to do if these humans don't start working right, and the vet shows up to find there is no food left? You know she will hold me accountable as the only feline around. What a dirty trick on that human's part to force me into providing assistance. She should be ashamed.