Ike will actually push Duke out of the way when I try to show him some attention, just to show him that I love him more.
A rascal.
Troublemaker.
Shit Disturber.
If there is trouble to get into, Ike will find it.
So it isn't weird at all to walk into the barn in the morning to find Ike out of his stall....
...hay everywhere....
...poop everywhere...
...wheelbarrows on their side...
...shattered cat/bunny bowls
...crushed plastic drawers...
all four legs inside the bunny "stall".....
.... with Fluffy the 30 pound rabbit sleeping peacefully at his foot.
True story.
Next time I will take a picture to prove it.
***OK....maybe not, because, not too long after I wrote this, Fluffy the 30 pound cat passed away peacefully, alone in her stall.
I am convinced she had a heart attack due to her fear of a 2000 pound horse.
RIP Fluffy
We are now a bunny-less household.
And I am ok with that.
3 comments:
Oh, I am so sorry for your loss... even if you are ok with being bunnyless now!
I'm sorry to hear about Fluffy. But I'm sure you are right. Because I know I would die from fright if I found Ike sleeping in my bed.
I'm sorry about Fluffy's passing but it does seem awfully coincidental!
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