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cimoreneThis morning waxjism got up first (this is always the case when flannel sheets are on the bed pretty much because I just never want to get out) and she yelled
waxjism: Did you give the bunnies kitty kibble again? I'm pretty sure you did! It's in their bowls! It's like rhomboids instead of pellets!
me: Um... like... pointy instead of little cylinders... yeah... huh. Oops?
At this point, in Wax's words, they might just think we're trolling them. (We had a whole conversation yesterday about whether they know that it's cat food, or have a sense of what it is, since it is usually in catfood bowls which are in their reach although the bunnies don't spend much time in the kitchen anymore... or whether they maybe just think it's a mysteriously stinky substance?)
Clearly there is a flaw in my bunny-salad making routine, but I'm not sure what to tweak that would prevent my brain from going to autopilot at the crucial moment...
waxjism got up first (this is always the case when flannel sheets are on the bed pretty much because I just never want to get out) and she yelled waxjism: Did you give the bunnies kitty kibble again? I'm pretty sure you did! It's in their bowls! It's like rhomboids instead of pellets!me: Um... like... pointy instead of little cylinders... yeah... huh. Oops?
At this point, in Wax's words, they might just think we're trolling them. (We had a whole conversation yesterday about whether they know that it's cat food, or have a sense of what it is, since it is usually in catfood bowls which are in their reach although the bunnies don't spend much time in the kitchen anymore... or whether they maybe just think it's a mysteriously stinky substance?)
Clearly there is a flaw in my bunny-salad making routine, but I'm not sure what to tweak that would prevent my brain from going to autopilot at the crucial moment...
