Kenzie has learned that it's advantageous to follow Mom around when Mom is eating. I'm not saying the woman needs a BIB or anything, just because she leaves debris strewn in her wake....bits of baked goods, chunks of cheese, dollops of dessert--if it's on its way to Mom's mouth, part of it is going to make a pit stop onto the floor.
This is especially exciting now that it's the Christmas season, with all the accompanying cookies and tarts and even fruitcakes. Kenzie waits for Mom to hit the Tupperware full of good stuff, then she knows it's just a matter of time before her share will come tumbling down in front of her.
Mom denies being a slob, of course. "I do NOT eat like a five year old," she sputters, crumbs flying. Mom would have you believe she drops all that food on purpose. "Kenzie looked hungry," she'll insist. "Nothing worse than a scrawny bunny." The hungry part, that's true. Kenzie's got the appetite of a pack of starving sled dogs. Scrawny? Not so much.
Mom is fond of complaining that we bunnies make too much of a mess with our hay, but in our defense, we're only taking after her. If she can leave remnants of her lunch from here to Timbuktu, why, so can we. Everybunny knows that hay tastes even better when it's scattered across the dining room floor.
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