Bunny Day doghouse

I have failed in my familial duties (not for the first time, no doubt, nor last). As a result I should be put in the Dog House.

In an attempt to make good, please see the following. The verbal relation of this item, as delivered by Mr. Cat during Easter breakfast, was the source of much amusement both at the table and later, in the car, on the way home. The first time I was nearly in tears. The second time I was driving.