On Sunday, I told you how Johnny never left the feed room during the day and I always knew where to find him.
When will I ever learn to not say stuff like that out loud?
On Wednesday afternoon, he decided he no longer liked the feed room, and I can't figure it out why.
He acts like he's afraid of the place that he called home for three months. I'm thinking maybe a snake showed up and spooked him.
Anyway, he's moved into the hay barn.
For now, it's the purr-fect place for him.
He has something to do during the day besides sleep...
and I see many more photo opportunities in our future.
His food, water and bed are situated in this dog house.
Judging by the amount of rabbit poop on the hay barn floor, he will have plenty of company when I'm not around.
I've yet to figure out what will happen to this new arrangement when the hay barn is actually full of hay.
I'll worry about that once I've stopped worrying about whether the weather will cooperate so my hay farmer can cut the hay.
In the meantime, Johnny is dropping and rolling every chance he gets.
I'm guessing this is one way he's marking his new territory...
...which is in close proximity to someone else's territory.