I'm not complaining but everybody was gone. I bunnycrashed and then when I got up, nobody was around.
They were gone. And so I went out of the cage and for a wander about.
Stairs are a strange and stupid concept. Going up is easy. Coming back down hurts a lot and is bewilderingly fast. I won't understand why these house-apes don't just use a series of comfy and delightfully tiny tunnels to run from place to place.
I was a bad bunny last night and I knew it. The big house ape that cleans my litter box really doesn't like me and won't let me run through where it sits. I try. And I try, but it blocks me every time. The nicer house-ape (even though it brushes me) lets me go everywhere.
I think I've pooped in places that they won't expect to see. I'll zip back and bunny-butt-slam myself into the cage and close it up again. There's no need in the denizens of this crazy place to figure out that I can get around.
Bunny out!
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