I got in trouble for last week’s post.
Apparently, it’s “naughty” to go on the internet and complain that my life stinks. Now I’m really glad I didn’t mention in that post that I’d called the Humane Society to complain about my living conditions. Also, I’ve been told it’s not acceptable to demand presents, so I’m sort of sorry about doing that.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I got a little too excited waiting for my salad and bit her foot. Rabbits, that doesn’t go over well. Anybody want to pet me? I hate being in trouble.