My Christmas box

All the packages, paper and lights around the place are for something called Christmas. A friend brought a cardboard box with a big label that said Harvey's Christmas box. It was full of carrots and beetroot from his allotment. The smell was like a deep soily burrow, a grassy field and a vegetable patch all rolled into one. I sat in it surrounded by carrots, my dream had come true. I dived headfirst for the biggest carrot. Mmm. Bliss. I like this Christmas happening.

My family told me a story to explain things, all about a rabbit family living together long ago in a stable full of hay. One night in the coldest part of the winter some travellers came to share the warm shelter and while they were there a human kitten was born. All the rabbits snuggled up to the baby to keep it warm with their soft fur and when the baby put its hand out to grab one of them that bunny's fur turned white. He became the Great White Rabbit who waits for us all on Rainbow Bridge.

A Very Merry Christmas

A handsome chap

I'd done everything by 8 o'clock this morning. Punched the end flap down in my cardboard tunnel, eaten my bit of carrot, shot upstairs to check on M, completed two speed circuits through dining room, kitchen and hall, cleaned J's soapy hand and tried to pull her bedsocks off with my teeth. After a good wash and brush up there was nothing else to do but sit it out until crunchie time. How boring. Then I found this. It was on the floor ready to throw away. It was a bit of a surprise when I first saw it but immediately peered behind, saw nothing so decided to have a long look at the handsome chap therein. Me. What grace, what elegance, what ears, what glossy fur and such a happy twitching nose. It's funny how it keeps going. I don't do anything special. Seems to have a life of its own.

Not too sure about the back view. Does my bum look big?


Your diary's filling up fast Harve, only a couple of pages left.

Strange Happenings

What on earth is this? I hope they haven't brought one of those giant rabbits to live here, there wouldn't be room because most of the house space is mine. Anyway I couldn't compete with such extraordinary sized messages. And look at the sparkles! I couldn't do that. My bits are always a darkish brown and being so fastidious I try to clear them up as I go along unless I decide litter tray action is needed, you can see a sample beside my water bowl below. Can't smell any food inside either. And something else has moved in next to my sleeping cushions. I've given it a good sniff but it doesn't roll along or make a noise. Better ignore it, it's probably something they've mislaid. My usual floor tracks aren't as clear as they should be either, boxes and bags keep appearing on my mats and some of them are too heavy for head-butting action. Hmm. There is definitely something unusual afoot.
Anyway, to important matters. I have a message for Smudge from the dottie about dog training. She says have you tried leaping from a great height, claws at the ready and landing on its face. She says it always works for her. Good luck!