I have a new friend at my house. A solid white female cat. She has been nothing but trouble so far and it will probably just get worse. Everything was going fairly well until the rabbit incident. My neighbor called and said she had just seen my cat running past her house with something in its mouth. Immediately I remembered my granddaughter had seen an adult rabbit in our front yard and I had seen it in the same place the next day.
I went out to check and, sure enough, there was a hole covered by grass and soft, gray fur. I lifted the top and saw two sets of eyes looking back at me. Two baby rabbits. I suppose there had been three and I could figure out what had happened to the third one. Gone to an untimely death in the jaws of my sweet little kitty. I didn't know what else to do so I brought the two rabbits into the house. No sense in letting her get them too. One rabbit should be enough for anybody.
I put the rabbits into an old thermos lunchbox and called my son for advice. He said put some grass in there and, if they ate it, all was well. If not, I'd be finding a way to nurse a rabbit. Well, that sounded painful so I hoped for the best. The next morning I check on them and guess what? No rabbits in the box! A frantic search lead to one right away but the other was nowhere in sight. I looked under beds and found nothing. Actually I did find rabbits under there but they were dust bunnies.
After giving up the search, my husband said he thought he knew where it was. He was right, under his night stand. He carefully lifted the stand and I grabbed the bunny. Did you know rabbits scream when they're scared? At least I think it was the rabbit I heard screaming. Not sure, the sound sort of echoed around the room for awhile.
Both rabbits safely back inside the box, I took it out to the back yard far from the house. I didn't want the little critters getting any ideas about coming back. As soon as their tiny feet touched the ground, both were off like a shot and disappeared into the bushes. That done, my next thought was, where is that cat? If cats can be in the dog house, this one was.
The next day she reappeared as if nothing had happened, with a feline smile on her rabbit-eating face. Yes, I forgave her. I told myself she was just doing what cats do and let it go. Then came the collar incident. I had decided to keep her so I bought pans and litter and food and two collars. One was for the prevention of fleas, the other a pretty pink one with a bell. I never got to the bell one.
I slipped the flea collar around her neck and she went into a frenzy. Spitting, howling, kicking, it was a terrible sight. And the cat did almost as bad. We fought for awhile and she managed to get the collar across her mouth and it was holding her mouth open. I tried to get the collar loose and at the same time not get myself torn to bits by her back claws. Suddenly the collar broke and she was free. And gone out the front door.
This morning she was back. Apparently this time she had forgiven me. And, since she was gracious enough to give me another chance, I guess I can be gracious too. I've decided to call her Pearl.
