Last night I was fixing dinner in the kitchen when I notice out of the corner of my eye that the cat was trying to sneak past me. She was sort of trotting nonchalantly…thinking I wouldn’t notice THE BABY BUNNY IN HER MOUTH.
“Drop it” I yelled. “Drop it.”
She ran down the hall into the living room. I gave chase.
“Drop it you bastard cat,” I yelled again. (I can’t help it…bastard is my new favorite cuss word.) She rounded the corner, skidded a bit on the wood floor and took the stairs two at a time.
I followed her upstairs. Husband was in the shower and could hear the commotion.
“Does she have a rabbit?”
“Kill her…kill that cat.” (Husband always says that, he doesn’t mean it.)
Cat sensed that she was fighting a losing battle and dropped the bunny in the upstairs hall. I reached for it and it jumped right past me onto the top step. I came closer and the bunny looked at me. Then it looked through the railing.
Then, I swear to God, it closed its little bunny eyes and threw itself from the top step onto the parquet floor below.
Baby bunnies don’t bounce.
But by the time I got down there it had hopped away and I found it huddled in a corner in the dining room.
I took it outside to the bamboo where husband had seen it earlier and set it on the ground. It hopped away. Fast.
Cat has been inside ever since. She can’t stay in forever though, and it’s hard to punish her for doing what comes naturally. I just wish she’d concentrate on moles and leave the bunnies alone.
Especially this close to Easter.