Bella the cat brought in another gift to us... a baby bunny IN MY ROOM. At least this one is unharmed and as soon as I get the cat in the house I can return it from whence it came. At least its better than the pregnant mouse that spontaneously aborted IN MY ROOM or the bird that I had to wrestle from her IN MY ROOM.
And now she won't come inside because I yelled at her. In her world, she is bringing me quite a trophy, and I should commend her lavishly.
I tolerate the rat parts she scene-ically lays out on the front porch and gently thank her, I even managed to squeeze out a "good cat" when she left me a rat face looking up at me one morning not wanting to discourage her rodent hunting. But bunnies make me do the girl thing "aaaaawwwwwwwwww, sooo cuuuute" in a high girlie voice. I can't help it.
My cat is immune to cuteness. I just yell loud and flail my arms when I don't agree with her choice of prey, and I also know that I am not even remotely speaking her language and she could give a rip.
Photo: I only took one of the rabbit with a flash since it was terrified. Hence the cut-off pic.
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A very handsome prize indeed!
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