I Need a Moggie to Pet!

One advantage our old place had was a tiny green space out front and door access to passing animals. Victoria Road is like a fortress – nobody can get in without permission. Our front door opens directly onto the sidewalk and our other external door is on the fourth floor. I can see out but can’t entice anything to come in.

I often hear our neighbour’s fat tuxedo cat (I’ve named him Nigel) meowing. I can only comfort him by talking to him – I can’t invite him in for a delicious piece of ham. Today I was looking outside and shrocked (which is similar to a shriek, but in a lower pitch) “moggie!!” But, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a huge orange rabbit on a shed roof. And I mean large and in charge – he’s the size of Phillip! And in need of a good brushing.

I woke up early this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep (stupid bladder) and decided to have a nice bath . I love that we can see the ocean from the bathroom and the kitchen windows. (If you haven’t figured it out yet, our new place rocks!) I looked outside and the first thing I noticed was that the sky was blue. The second was that the bunny was back on the roof. Chewing leaves, looking in the window, hopping around, shedding, sniffing – you know, bunny stuff.