Rabbit Season is Open

This is Ollie.

Ollie is a fat, lazy, rub-my-belly-until-it's-time-for-lasagna cat. 

He is also a fierce and mighty jungle cat, capable of taking down the fluffiest of baby bunnies. Sort of.

Right around this time every spring our cats flex their hunting muscles. Usually, they bring me dead baby rabbits, you know, because I am a crappy hunter. All I can hunt down is that dry food that comes in salmon and tuna flavor. 

I have learned to live with this. Even though baby bunnies make horrible, terrible, blood curdling screams at 3 am when my cats are hunting outside my window. 

But this year, we have Rosie. 

Exhibit A:

Sweet, harmless, rub-my-belly-until-I-need-to-wet-on-the-carpet Rosie.  

Ollie has decided to take her on as a pet project (ahem, sorry for the pun. Just couldn't help myself). He plays with her (like really plays with her, claws in, no teeth, sits and boxes with her), entices her out of our increasingly puppy proof fence, and has apparently decided she needs to learn to hunt. 

And it is bunny season. Baby bunny season. 

So, I brought Rosie downstairs (I really hope she figures out how to go down herself soon) and went to do a load of laundry and then get ready for bed. I have my hand on the doorknob when I hear the sound.  The sound of a baby bunny in distress, coming from my open bedroom window, which opens to an egress well, about 6 inches from the ground. Oh crap. 

I grabbed my phone, and flashlight app in hand, investigate the window well, hoping that what I heard was actually a puppy whine. I see nothing. Leaving the window I proceed to get ready for bed. 

And I hear an Ollie shaped thud. And I think to myself, ok, he is just coming in from roaming. I glance at him and say "Hi Ollie."  And just as he has accepted my invitation into my bedroom, I see it. A dead bunny.

"Oh, no, no Ollie! Don't come in the- oh crap, no don't put that- Rosie No! no, No, NO!"  I scoop Rosie up and call in reinforcements. "Huuuuuuubs!"

A non chalant "Coming" floats from upstairs. 

"I neeeed you!" Desperation threads its way into my words.

I can hear the "what could she possibly need help with" in his footsteps.

"There is a dead bunny on our flooooor!"

Footsteps coming down the stairs much more quickly now. He comes up behind me and I look at him slightly panicked with a very wiggly puppy in my arms. 

"It's not dead."

"Oh S%#+!"

Thankfully from here Hubs saved the day. He did offer to let our toddler touch it-which I declined thank-you-very-much, but he took the bunny and put it outside, somewhere away from our house. 

Crisis averted. Until 3 am. Because I am pretty sure my mighty jungle hunter will be back with another one. 

Hey Friends, I know this has nothing to do with homeschooling, messy projects, or Pinterest, but it is part of my messy life. And now that it is over, it's rather funny. So enjoy! ~Kristen