So today that cat has bad news, that really might give you the blues. As the cat was such a good boy this year, that the Easter Bunny came to give me an early cheer. But I thought Pat had left me some dinner and thinking I was a real winner, I chowed down quite fast and when I reached the last, I saw his collar and Pat let out a hollar, as I ate the Easter Bunny, I wish I was being funny. Sorry there will be no eggs this year, now don't sit there and peer. As Pat took some time from the lets Face it Facts and helped the cat look for a new Easter Bunny acts.
First we went to try Bugs Bunny, but he wanted to much money. His royality fees would cost ten thousand trees, yes that many trees would be wasted to make the cash, so we weren't long making a dash. Plus some weird hunter came and started some sort of game. Sticking a gun to his ear, but he never showed any fear, just chewed on a carrot and said "What's Up Doc", after that we figured they were all nuts and took a walk.
So we kept going and going, looking at each new showing, than came across a pink rabbit with some sun glasses, who seems to appeal to the masses. But every time we caught up beside him, he acted all dim. He just kept going and going down the street, banging on his drums to his own little beat. The cat could keep up with him and Pat could as well being slim, but he just wouldn't stop, not even for a nearby cop.
The next one we found was a real dodger, with the first name Roger. He was even more a nut than the other two, acting all crazy in his cartoon zoo. Doc Brown was there, except with no frizzy hair, Mario was there too, plus he was real who knew. He was too busy with his wife, thinking he had such the life. Plus she was drawn rather well, I really must tell. So he said no and than ran to and fro, like a fire had be lit, before we could get him to committ.
As we left his little realm, we came up to a big elm, I turned around rather fast, as the thumping was quite vast. There was a young rabbit that would do, thumping so much it would annoy most of you. He did say yes one thousand times, but you'd be better off with a few mimes. As he'd probably surpass every single house, trying to make friends with a young deer or maybe Mickey Mouse.
The next one we tried to catch, looked like he was playing fetch, yet didn't know how to return, as he kept running everywhere even across a fern. Saying I'm late, I'm late for some important date, I really wanted to slap that mate, upside the head with a big steel gate. Him I would eat and it would be a treat, but that watch was quite shiny and he was really tiny, so no meat there, just a whole bunch of white hair. After that pink one that wouldn't stop, we knew this one would also be a flop, so ignore him we did, as he'd just scare each kid.
The next was just kind of nuts, I thought Pat had sniffed too many butts and his weirdness was rubbing off on me, as a shadow is what we did see. Someone said is name was Harvey I think, as I was too busy trying not to blink. I jumped on the shadow to no avail, I even tried to naw on his fluffy white tail. But it didn't work, as that shadow did lurk. We thought he'd make a perfect fit, but the dumby acted like a twit, not answering back, as I went on a usual rhyme attack. So he followed us down the road a ways, then when I gave him a hateful gaze, the shadow was no more, plus he was beginning to bore.
We even stopped by Betsy's to see if Nugget would take up the mantle and after trying the window and door, which were locked tight, and we couldn't dismantle. We figured she was out on the farm with her usual charm, trying to fight of the germs and not step on any worms, as she took all their money, just happy it was sunny.
After that long journey we came home to Cassie smiling like some ugly garden gnome. Then she just slinked off onto her favorite chair and I really had to go to my litter box after eating that extra pear. After I was through and went to bury my, well, shit, Pat had a big fit. As it turns out that dirty sister of mine tricked me quite well, as my poo had no smell. For it was mostly fiber and cotton, as the taste of meat I must have forgotten. As Cassie told me I killed the Easter Bunny, making us go on that long trip and spend all our money, when what I really ate was a stuffed look a like, as it sunk in Cassie waltzed up and said psych. So I will say the Easter Bunny is still safe, so no longer will you sit wiggling your legs making them chafe and your eggs you will get, so no more taking a fit. Now I must go on the attack of Cass, chasing her all around with my little rhyming ass.
Later all, have a nice fall.