On cleaning day, all of Bumble's things (except my desk) are taken out of his room, and massive piles of fur and hay are vacuumed up. Smart bunnies always know the layout of their surroundings. When you run for your life, you need to know where you can run and where you can hide. The moving process agitates Bumble, and he has to go look at the new location of
everything.
The litter box does NOT belong on the landing!
I can adapt.
3 comments:
Ah, adaptability at its finest!
I also like your new tagline at the top.
As he turns his butt to you!
Ha! I didn't notice the butt-nice catch!
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