I got up this morning, stumbled into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. As I was standing there, waiting for it to finish brewing I noticed there was something weighty atop my foot. I managed to pry one eyelid open and looked down to see Jubilee loafing on my foot. As my brain requires a minimum of 16 oz. of coffee to function, it took me slightly more than a moment to realize the issue.
The issue: Bunny room is in the basement, directly beneath my bedroom. Kitchen is at the opposite end of the house on the same floor as my bedroom. Jubilee was in the diagonally opposite room of where she was supposed to be.
More pressing issue: I have not finished bunny-proofing the basement, let alone the main floor. I was sincerely hoping that the stairs would be too intimidating. HA!
I have clearly been warned. A bun slave must never relax in their duty to serve.