Almost broke my table and knocked my computer off to get to a box of Whoppers hidden behind my monitor, all because I saw a picture of a milk carton on Facebook.
I haven’t seen you in a while.
Floor, why are you so covered in tree crumbs and cat litter?
And dear tree, how did you get in here?
And blanket, when did you get so furry?
There are bones in my bed.
The light is fading now. Bye-bye light, bye-bye bedroom, I’ll get to clean you soon. :(
*huddles in a dark corner with her computer* ;^;
someone please keep the hammer away from me.
I swear to pie I will smash my face in if I get a hold of a hammer.
;~;
I need some ice cream. :’c It always seems to bring down the swelling, but imagine how much fatter I would be if I ate ice cream 24/7. ;^;
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i think there’s cake in the other room 8|
let me have my rabbit shed. >:c I want a bunny barn! I WANT I WANT I WANT andimaybeneedit;n;bearsarescary He won’t let me build one anywhere and the one he offered to build…well, one example mum gave is “We need a house, and he wants to give us a closet.” It’s too small - he expects me to fit upwards of 50 large rabbits (7 or more will be permanent) in an 8’x12’ shed, minus a 3’x4’ corner. >:c He decided he don’t want the rabbits in hutches in the back yard after all. Says the rabbits attract flies. The flies are there because his cat keeps pooping under the house and dragging dead things under there too. >:[ He also wants to cut trees, but he won’t cut the ones I ask him to cut, and I’m not letting him cut trees 10 feet from my nursing doe, so he’s just as fussy as me right now. 8D
lmao he was all standin behind me while i wrote this. xDD hai daddy
/huffing&puffing&fussing

Mole isn’t feeling good. :( Took all his energy to climb up the bars to meet me for his treat. Immediately I felt there was something wrong - he trembled as he heaved himself up onto the top and had to stop before he could even finish getting all 4 paws uptop. Had a breather, took his treat, dropped it. I gave him another, and he dropped it too. I offered my arm, and just walking halfway was exhausting for him. He’s not interested in the treats at all now, just wants to sleep in the crook of my arm. He’s very pale…also, his balls vanished overnight. Darn those magic nuts.
I think this is the end of my current mousy colony. Gunna need replacements soon. Mole was the first mouse that I picked out. It breaks my heart that he’s so miserable. He won’t get off my arm. The poor baby. ;~;

