When a door’s closed at my house, I just bite it.
Abracadabra! It opens fast. Until today.
The door didn’t open. So I bit and I bit and I bit and…door still closed.
After 10 minutes, I figured the door must be broken.
I hopped away. Later I heard Mommy shriek, “LuLu!”
After a shriek, there’s usually a “No-No” lecture about what I’m not supposed to have done.
Sure enough, another “No-No” scolding!
Mommy says it’s fine to scratch or scrape a door with my teeth to let someone know I want to come in; but not to actually eat the door.
I wasn’t eating the door, Mommy. If I would’ve been eating the door, there would be nothing
left but poo balls.
One bunny dog-and-pony show
Perhaps I should take my hutch- strumming act on the road.
I rake my claws over the metal grate and kick my bell with my back feet.
Then I add a couple thumps. I intermingle the beat.
So, cool at 3 a.m.
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