There's a rabbit on my mooring. A RABBIT!!! Not a wild one that I can chase and claw at but a grey and white tame thing that the humans have put there on purpose. ON MY BLOODY MOORING!!! The sheer gall of it. No-one asked my permission if they could put it there and from what I can gather it's sole purpose in life is to eat, poo and make the humans turn into gushing jellies and want to cuddle it. It's got it's own little two storey house and a special wire enclosure for it to exercise in which I think is no more than a reuse to stop me from getting at the thing and letting it know who is numero uno around here.
It's a strange set up when you think about it. Humans keep animals as pets. That may be true with most animals but with us cats it's the other way round. We're not as docile as dogs, rabbits, hamsters, goldfish, parakeets, chinchillas and dogs (I mention dogs twice because of their intense docility). With us though it's different. The humans are there to serve, cosset and molly-coddle us in whatever way we desire and woe betide if they should fail in that as many have found out to their peril.
So now we have this situation where there is a rabbit on my mooring, taking up mouse stalking space and being a general nuisance. Oh sure, it might look cute and fluffy to them but it's probably costing a small fortune in carrots, lettuce and hay, money that could, would and should be better spent on tins of salmon for yours truly. And of course the biggest slap in the mush is that now they won't even buy me packets of food with rabbit in, that's the effect it's had on them. Piss poor beyond belief!!! The next thing you know they'll have it on my boat and that will be the final straw let me tell you that!
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