It's me, Koobuss.
You have heard me several times already complain about a certain individual who lives on our property, (besides mom and grandpa), rent free, and torments me from time to time. This individual, who shall remain nameless, has the gall to even sleep next to the house right up against the brick, while I, at the same time am sleeping on the exact opposite side of the wall! Isn't that nervy?? (But at least I'm on the couch on the warm side of the wall while he's sleeping in the mulch and mud on the cold side of the wall. HAHA!!) Then, when I go looking for him so that I can make friends with him, he hops away so fast that I don't even see him go! All that's left is his aroma, I mean scent.
Now, if he plans on living here, I think that we should at least become acquainted. That's all I want. I just want to get to know him better. He doesn't trust me though. He thinks that I want to eat him. HAHAHA!!!! What a silly idea!!!! Every time I go out in the front yard the first thing that I do is to look for him. In fact, I spend most of my time outdoors looking for him, to no avail.
My mom thinks that I am obsessed with this bunny. (NOT!) She even told me that I have to get used to bunnies for two reasons. 1. Spring is coming (yeah, right!) and there will be lots of bunnies running around the yard just because there always are. 2. Easter is coming and bunnies bring us eggs and chocolate candy. Sounds kind of weird, don't you think? I'm suspicious. Why would they do that? What is their motive? They don't lay eggs or make chocolate. Do they? They really are nothing more than a delivery service, sort of like the Fed Ex guy, the UPS guy, and the mailman, who I love even more than I love bunnies. But I digress. Anyway, since bunnies do what they do, that is bring us eggs, chocolate candy, and other bunnies, we have to let them live and give them the space they need to do their job, according to my mom.
I don't know. I'm kinda skeptical. This is going to take a lot of thought.
Love and Lots of Koobuss Kisses (except if you're a bunny),