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I can't decide whether to be sick or not.
Ok. So, one of the things about the place I'm now living is that it's not near a city. It's not quite The Country, but it's not a suburb (or, it is, but a very woodsy type of suburb).
This means there are actually wild animals around.
With the cats now indoor and outdoor cats (the doggie door needs to be open for the dog, hence, they go out to. They're chipped, and at least one has a collar on), they have a whole new passel of creatures to stalk and maim.
Including, apparently, a nest of baby rabbits.
How did I find this out, you ask? By hearing the cats playing with one in the kitchen. I stalked them, cornered them, and removed him from their grasp. Poor thing was almost more frightened of me.
We're talking *little* rabbits, btw. About the size of a Matchbox car, but with fur.
I checked him, he had one slash on his side, but seemed fairly ok. Of course, for all I know, he may die... I'm not a frelling vet, and he was tiny.
Put him outside, hopefully somewhere he could, uh, get into hiding. Made sure the cats were in the house, blocked off the doggie door so they couldn't go out anymore.
And, went to dye my hair.
Hair-dye embedded in my hair, I come traipsing back into the computer room to find the cats sitting around my chair with--I really can only describe it like this--a smugness about them.
Cue foreboding.
The cats (all three boys) have left me a niiice little present. One of the tiny rabbit's sisters or brothers. Right in front of my computer chair, with no head.
Oddly enough, there happens to be a ziploc nearby, so I carefully turn it inside-out, and pick up the body. Which I then zip closed. Careful checking proves this is not the previous rabbit (for all I know, they'd gotten out) because the slash on the side isn't there.
Which means they had two in the house, and I only saw the one.
And for all I know, that one won't be alive come morning either.
I think this is more traumatic than, say, a bird for me. I had rabbits once upon a time. Even baby rabbits, occasionally. I used to hold, cuddle, pet them all. And to have one senselessly tortured in my vicinity is disturbing. But two? And the second...
The one thing I worry is that the head will turn up someplace. Like, say, my bed. Or maybe my boots. I'm sure the cats would think that fitting.
This means there are actually wild animals around.
With the cats now indoor and outdoor cats (the doggie door needs to be open for the dog, hence, they go out to. They're chipped, and at least one has a collar on), they have a whole new passel of creatures to stalk and maim.
Including, apparently, a nest of baby rabbits.
How did I find this out, you ask? By hearing the cats playing with one in the kitchen. I stalked them, cornered them, and removed him from their grasp. Poor thing was almost more frightened of me.
We're talking *little* rabbits, btw. About the size of a Matchbox car, but with fur.
I checked him, he had one slash on his side, but seemed fairly ok. Of course, for all I know, he may die... I'm not a frelling vet, and he was tiny.
Put him outside, hopefully somewhere he could, uh, get into hiding. Made sure the cats were in the house, blocked off the doggie door so they couldn't go out anymore.
And, went to dye my hair.
Hair-dye embedded in my hair, I come traipsing back into the computer room to find the cats sitting around my chair with--I really can only describe it like this--a smugness about them.
Cue foreboding.
The cats (all three boys) have left me a niiice little present. One of the tiny rabbit's sisters or brothers. Right in front of my computer chair, with no head.
Oddly enough, there happens to be a ziploc nearby, so I carefully turn it inside-out, and pick up the body. Which I then zip closed. Careful checking proves this is not the previous rabbit (for all I know, they'd gotten out) because the slash on the side isn't there.
Which means they had two in the house, and I only saw the one.
And for all I know, that one won't be alive come morning either.
I think this is more traumatic than, say, a bird for me. I had rabbits once upon a time. Even baby rabbits, occasionally. I used to hold, cuddle, pet them all. And to have one senselessly tortured in my vicinity is disturbing. But two? And the second...
The one thing I worry is that the head will turn up someplace. Like, say, my bed. Or maybe my boots. I'm sure the cats would think that fitting.
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