She often brings me little presents when she comes home. One day it was this soft fuzzy little rabbit. Well, I don't like rabbits much, because when I was younger and lived at the ranch with my first people, they had this rabbit that liked to hop around and tease me because I wasn't allowed to chase him. So one day I'd had enough and I chased him and caught him and I pinned him down with my paw and made him squeal like a girl. And boy did I ever get in trouble with my first her! But this was different. This was MY bunny and the first thing I did with MY bunny was remove his eyes and ears. Then I put the blind deaf bunny in the closet with all my other pets. I left him there about two days; then I brought him out and finished him off. I just loved pulling all his stuffing out. When she saw what I'd done, I tried to look sorry, in case she was mad. But I'm not really sorry. Like I said, I really don't much like rabbits, and she said as long as I chew up my stuff and not hers it was ok.