I woke up from my late mid-afternoon nap, and I saw this in my cage:
What the what?!? I don’t like it. I don’t like the way it smells. I don’t like it being in my cage – my cage. I just get filled with anxiety when I see it. It was on my platform, and I hopped up there so mommy would see me too. Mommy kept saying, “you’re the most important one.” Damn straight!!! I am the most important one. Mommy said that I need a friend. Well, mommy, that would have been great 4 years ago! You can’t teach an old bunny new tricks. She then took it out. I hope I never see that thing again.