Where Not To Stand: On Lunch

It's Not Her Week

"...om.nom.nom.nom..."

"Huh? No, he's over there."

Diego and Zodiac Sing

"Ooooooooooooooooh......
The human's late with breakfast again,
Should we chomp him or let it slide?
We could flop right over and play dead for laughs,
Or just be elusive and hide!
Well whatever we do he'll get anxious,
Or grumpy as he stands at our door,
Not that we really care very much about that,
So long as snacks aren't late any more!
Tra la la la la...cos we're buuuuuuuunnnnnnnies!"

Nap of the Sentries

Keeping It Quiet

"Sure, we could tell her that you are here with some parsley, but how about we don't? Nobody has to know the truth."

Windshield

"OK, here's the deal. I DO find a pile of tasty vegetables waiting for me when I get back to my hutch and in return you DON'T find this brick on the front seat of your car along with lots of tiny pieces of your windshield. Capiche?"

A Touch of Dutch

We have a new resident called Zodiac, who is a beautiful Dutch-Rex cross.

Or at least I think she's beautiful - Whisky disagreed with me when they met earlier in the week, punching her in the head and rejecting her, otherwise she might have been my first choice of new partner for him.

Whisky's opinion isn't everything though. With such striking looks and terribly sweet nature, I'm sure we'll find the perfect home for her very, very quickly.

"If all the boys here are like that, I think I might sign up for Karate."