Dear Diary, Today is the 21st. One month to my 4th birthday. It seems like yesterday when I arrived at my Forever Home, filled with all these gullible house cats. You would think after almost three years and eleven months they would have a clue about my sense of humor. Alas, compared to my superior Turkish Van DNA, their intelligence is right up there with field mice. Especially my precious little DoriDeer. She believes every word I say, and then goes running to Mom to blame me for tricking her.
After what I pulled on her this morning, I wonder if it's too soon to tell her the bedtime treats Mom doles out are made with organic dinosaur meat, and if she eats them, she will turn into Blue from Jurassic World. Since that big lizard really freaked her out, I'm sure to get a double portion.
12 comments:
rabbit, dat iz NOT nise!!!
It might not be nice, but it's funny.
Have a fabulous day. ♥
That's some serious jail time!
Oh, you are a BAD Ass Wabbit (mol).
That is one sneaky Ass Rabbit if ever there was. We know all about big white cats who are a PIA! MOL
dood....sew...if dori takez care oh biznezz ...on de floor....whooz gonna get de blame for that.....ewe.....ore...yur MOM ;) ☺☺♥♥
Well, if it ends up on the floor, it's the peeps fault for putting a cat in a room without a litter box. You are a very bad wabbit - MOL!
You are incorrigible, Rabbit!
Funny!
Dori is a snitch? MOUSES! *slaps paws to face and looks aghast* I never knew.
Ha!!! Too funny!!!!! Love it! Also, thank you for your nice compliments! Love, Roary
Oopsie...when she finds the door shut on you she WILL forgive you...she has to!
Rabbit, your name should be rascal!!
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