Bugs, Bunny

Well, after deleting 2700 temporary internet files like Blogger asked me to do, I still have no tool bar to post pictures or do spell check. Sigh. Guess you'll just have to visualize this one in your pretty little heads.

The nice neighbors, who shall remain nameless, aquired a bunny rabbit. It was soooo cute that shortly after they aquired a second bunny rabbit. Shortly after THAT they began breeding like, well, rabbits. Now the heat of last summer took the lives of some of the smaller ones or weaker ones, but it appears that the cooler temps agree with them. They are no longer content to hang out and dig dens in the nice neighbor's backyard, now they are nibbling the tender winter grass in the front as well.

This has just proven to be too much temptation to Dumb Cat, who has made several futile runs at catching those wascally wabbits. I thought it was rather amusing to watch his frustration level rise.

Last night I let Crazy Daisy out into the backyard to do her business. Usually she wants to come RIGHT BACK IN because it's cold, and she thinks she's delicate. I was concerned because I sat watching some infomercial for quite some time and the princess of the doggy kingdom did not bang at the door demanding to be let back into the warmth. Fearing she had plunged into the pool and was frantically dog paddling waiting for me to save her, I opened the door a squinted out into the yard. There she was, playing with a toy, shaking her head. I called her to come, because I was getting cold, and I'M delicate, and so here she comes at a dead run with her toy. Only when she reaches the door I discover that it is not a toy, it is a A DEAD BABY BUNNY RABBIT. More accurately it was HALF a DEAD BABY BUNNY. And as I'm blocking Daisy from entering the house with it, and trying to get it away from her, I glance up and there is Dumb Cat in the corner of the yard snacking on the other half. I swear he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. So I had to throw on my jeans and sweatshirt as the sun was coming up and clean up the carnage before the kids (or heaven forbid, the nice neighbors) were aware of the horror that had befallen one of the rabbit multitude.

I keep trying to tell myself it's survival of the fittest, and the cat's natural instinct and all that, but YUCK! Poor bunny.