So there I was minding my own Sunday business when a little grey fluffster appeared and decided to bug me for extra snacks.
"Hey, is brunch a thing in this house?"
His attempts to win me over with cute periscopey bunny-begging backfired however, because I spotted a big clump of matted fur in his neck that some unfortunate human was clearly going to need to remove for him.
"Uh oh, I know what that look means..."
Unfortunately, as I spotted the clump, Whisky spotted me spotting the clump and shot off to hide. Fortunately, he somewhat overrates his abilities in the arena of concealment.
Hehehehe he's a gorgeous cheeky boy,xx Rachel
ReplyDeletePerhaps not everyone can appreciate pinpoint concealment. That little clump of matted neck fur is nowhere to be seen. Sometimes I wish Whiskey's real genius could be appreciated more or that, at least, he could get a bite to eat.
ReplyDeletehope lovely Whisky got his snacks post de-clumping...
ReplyDeleteClearly the fault lies with the insufficiently wide pole, not the insufficiently narrow Whiskey.
ReplyDeleteHe stood like this, completely motionless, for about a minute. In the end I think he only moved to see what I was laughing so hard about!
ReplyDeleteRidiculing the bunny? Is that really in your best interest? And, there seems little hope of avoiding undesirable consequences by telling Whiskey you were laughing with him, not at him. How about, "It is okay, Whiskey. He laughs best who laughs last." That should cheer him up.
ReplyDeleteWho could notice a tangle of fur with that adorable face?! That mouth, those cheeks, that chin! It's all too much, too cute. Whisky deserves extra treats simply for being so darling.
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