As you know, sometimes I like to write about my 2-foots. Usually, I write to tell you how stupid they are, but today, I'm writing to tell you that I am very worried about one of them.
Today, it's the birthday of the one with no fur on the top of his head. HE IS 51 YEARS OLD!!! Imagine that? 51 YEARS!!!
It is obvious to me that no animal is designed to live for so long, and that he is sure to snuff it at any moment. This worries me for several reasons:-
1. He is the only one who can work the big metal box on wheels
2. We need the big metal box on wheels to take us to see Auntie Francis (the best bunny vet in the world) when we are not well
3. They use the metal box to go get food from the Sainsbury's allotment
4. One 2-foot on her own could not POSSIBLY give me and Flopsy Girl enough attention.
We have decided to try not to get him too excited, as we don't want him to have a heart attack, so we will probably just lay down quietly today. What worries us though is that he must have done something bad yesterday, as Flopsy Girl overheard them saying that they are going to the pub this lunchtime. I do hope that the strain of being punished will not be too much for him to take.
Flopsy Girl says that if he does snuff it, she will help to dig a hole in the garden to stick him in, as we don't want the other one to overdo things (she will need all her energy to look after us).