Lost for words

This is the very last straw. He's sitting on my chair at my table in my kitchen.
He does know I'm not a cat. Help!

Too many cooks

My garden is too full of other furry and feathery people at the moment. What's wrong with the farmer's fields around me? There's plenty of room there for birds and ducks so why is my space so popular all of a sudden? I was so fed up today I kept an eye open for that blackbird and when he came begging for a chopped grape I dashed out and ate it right from under his nose. He hardly moved. What if I had been a cat? How does he know I'm a rabbit?
As if my garden weren't enough to take everybody's attention away from me they have been glued to the computer watching an osprey lay eggs. How boring is that? Why, when they have an intelligent, gentle companion like me, do they want to watch a bird with huge tallons and a dangerous beak that could tear me apart, lay an egg? Can she make decorations out of her droppings like me?
I'd like to see her try! Springtime is a very odd time of year when weird things happen. I can do without spring.

Manton Bay osprey web cam. Rutland

Easter Bunny Time.

I've just had special e-mail from family in Canada saying, as this is the busiest weekend in the year for me, I am not to work too hard. They want to make sure I get extra attention so they sent instructions to my lot to make sure I am given a special bunch of my favourite things to nibble. It looks perfect to me.
Apart from something in there called comfrey it's exactly the sort of thing I like.
So far this morning I've had a brocolli leaf and a dandelion flower. I threw the comfrey out so they put in the green bin. It's going to be a tasty weekend.

Then an extra special present came this afternoon. My friend Twigs baked some bunny biscuits just for me, all sugar and cereal and crunch. Mmm. I like Easter.