Eeep

No wonder Riley told me I must refer to him as Don Riley now.

Jesus.

Bunnykins never had a chance.

I am scared.

Took a little trip last night

After dinner, I was panting really hard. It wasn't THAT hot in the den. The human became concerned, came over to me, and told me to roll over. She started rubbing my belly (ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) and I felt her energy change. She was worried. My belly was puffy and bloated. She kept feeling it, then poking it to see if it hurt (it didn't), made a phone call and next thing I know I'm being stuffed into the car and hauled off to the emergency vet.

As soon as we got there, they rushed me into the back room and started poking around in my tummy. Then they slapped me onto my side onto some machine and took pictures.

It all seemed pretty 'urgent'.

But I was ok. It was just gas. Not bloat - which the human explained could  have killed me in less than an hour (after I shot her a withering look for putting me through all that bs over some gas).

Better safe than sorry, right?

The good thing about this vet?

They have office cats. Two of them!

Very fun to stalk, bark at and imagine eating.

My mafia boyfriend

This was taped to my door last night.

An ear.

Accompanied by a note.

Riley Corleone...Killer of Bunnies.

Boys are silly

Riley popped by for a visit Saturday night.

I guess you could call it a date.

He came in, ran around my den excitedly, proceeded to my toy basket while I watched and then surfaced with my kong.

Which is about half the size of his body.

I was impressed with his manly ability, what with being able to carry it around with his wee little teeth and all.

While he searched desperately for somewhere to hide with it, I followed closely behind.

He hid behind his human once. I still found him.

In the end, I got my kong back and sent him off with a bunny.

I am led to believe the bunny endured a viscious de-stuffing within moments of entering Riley's den.

Rockin the car wash