The Otis Feed

Furr me, Easter is just as exciting as Christmas – minus the Christmas tree, snow on the ground, paw print stocking, and Santa Paws himself.

Howevfurr, this time of year, there are bright colored eggs furr me to bat around, jelly beans in purretty bowls on the counter (shhhh, don’t tell my purrents I was on the counter!), and Easter baskets abound furr me to sit in.

Hey; if it fits, I sits!

I just have to keep reminding myself the shiny pink grass in my sisters basket is fake and not to eat it, even though it looks purretty appetizing!

I have to hand it to the ol’ rabbit; not sure how he carries all those goodies around without a sleigh like Santy Paws. I was going to try to stay up late Saturday evening in order to finally answer this important question furr you all but I just couldn’t keep my peepers open.

As for the treasures he left, my sister got a tricycle that she can ride outside (thank you Mr. Easter Bunny furr not bringing any noisy indoor toys), and I got some Friskey’s Party Mix-Beachside Crush flavor to be exact.

My chops are drooling just thinking about it now.

What did he bring you?