During our income tax process the floor of my office / prayer room is typically used to carefully categorize all of our bills for the past year. When the Mr. Honeybun emergency arose and we took in this rabbit-in-need, the only logical place for near-to-long term housing was in – you guessed it – my office / prayer room. With the floor no longer a suitable filing space for all the bills, I cleared off my prayer table and put all the bills there. I didn’t consider that any form of sacrilege – after all, even Jesus said to “render to Caesar those things that are Caesar’s and to God the things that are God’s” (Mark 12:17).

Unfortunately, Mr. Honeybun seems quite interested in helping us with our taxes, as the other night he leaped onto the prayer table in a split-second move and started surveying the landscape from his new perch. All my crosses hanging on a nail were suddenly in play, but he seemed more interested in the AT&T Mobility bills and promptly tossed a couple of them on the floor. Others were soon to follow.

At this point, I’m not really concerned about the impact Mr. Honeybun’s presence is going to have on our tax preparation – heck, if the IRS can lose e-mails and trash their computers to avoid those Congressional hearings into its improper targeting of conservatives groups seeking tax-exempt status, we can certainly use the excuse that one of our rabbits fouled up all our bills and sales slips as to why we’re getting a big fat refund this year.

Right, Mr. Honeybun?