I yelled at my husband asking if he had eaten my cheese, he squeaked out that he hadn't. I know he's lying, I yelled at him and he kept saying he didn't do it. I ignored him for a week. He didn't care. That cheese was for me not for him! Everytime he talked to me I walked away. He looked depressed. Whatever. One day our owners came back, The Bunny talked about a stinky cheese in our cage he had thrown out. I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT! that was perfectly good cheese. How dare he. He shall die by my paws.
I looked at my husband in his small nest, he seemed upset. Probably because I ignored him, he looked so.. depressed. I cuddled up next to him, he squeaked in happiness, I apologized for what I did. He squeaked Before bring out an amazing piece of cheese! He gave it to me and I ate it as he slept next me. I love my husband.
