That's ok, we furgive her if she'll blog about Moo's "extreme decorating" scheme.
Dad-a-roo & mom were furry surprised to wake up at 5:30 am the other morning and rudely interrupt Moo in the middle of decorating our hallway fur Howloween.
She was minding her own business, disemboweling a rabbit on the rug. True, there was blood dripping from its throat onto the wood floor, but the yucky stinky stuff was all on the rug. I thought a disemboweled rabbit was the perfect decoration, but Mom & Dad-a-roo disagreed.
We were rudely shoved into the guestroom behind a closed door while they "disappeared" the rabbit and disinfected the rug & hallway. Phew, that stuff smelled worse than rabbit guts!
There really is no explanation other than they don't' appear to appreciate Howliday decorations that are appropriately gory. Yup, that's gotta be it.
No Howliday Spirit?