Crime and punishment 2

Detention in the kitchen isn't too bad when Mummy is cooking and giving me the veggie leftovers.

Digging

There is a flower pot full of lovely soil on the balcony.

Was.

It is unfair. Look at Jessie and Bambino's paws. They are brown too!

Chica Blonda

A couple of weeks ago Mummy came home with this - a young, slim, long-haired blond chick:




As you can see, she's occupied a beer hut and she likes MY friend Bandito very much. He pretends he likes her too sometimes. Stupid game.

Jessie is her name or Elwira/Kasia or whatever. Jessie is so messy. Messy messy messy. And she's fast. Just look how she escapes when I try to give her a nice buttbi.. er.. butthug:




Mum and Dad call me Teufelin but as you can see I am so innocent. Can't you see the innocence in my eyes? We've had some one-on-ones too you know. Look at this lovely pair of lionheads:




It was totally voluntary and my initiative and no film trick of course



oh bugger, you saw nothing.




I'm not sure this so-called beauty can be trusted. Just look at her, she looks like a fox! Foxes ain't no good for wabbits!

Cat on a hot tin roof

Last night we had a cat on our terrace! I heard some noises in the middle of the night. At first I thought it was H fumbling, then I heard a sound that could be a bunny's thumping so I went out to see if everything was ok. As I opened the door, a creature, H I thought, scampered in direction the bunny fence and "the forbidden zone". I followed just to make sure the fence was properly closed. As I came closer, this creature leaped over the fence and landed on the window ledge outside the bathroom. I was petrified, realised it must have been a cat. I rushed back to H's house and found her inside (innocent!) - completely indifferent. With shaking hands I put the hatches back on to lock her in and ran inside. Luckily nothing had happened to H. I’m still scared. And poor cat, taking a stroll on a 6th floor hot tin roof is not very self-preserving in the long run.  

What a nice and well-equipped terrace!

A rose is a rose is a rose - but for how long?

How to wake up the humans a saturday morning

Those lazy humans! Can't they ever have enough sleep? I tried everything to get them out of bed, flipped over my hayrack and shoved it around, ran like crazy on the carpets, spun my paws, shook the bunnyfence, removed the moulding and tossed it around, and I knew they heard me because they mumbled "oh bunny" but all they did was to go back to sleep.

I was simply forced to order a wakeupcall according to my taste of music. It worked! Backside of the medal is that the woman cuddled me for 20 minutes afterwards. But in the end I got a big piece of carrot.