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oh I never told this story, on here, I don’t think– well.
tw animal harm, but it’s largely a funny story, but it’s got, well, the inevitable fates of some of nature’s most underpowered brains, which are the spring’s usual bumper crop of baby rabbits.
There are so many fucking baby rabbits in the yards of my little suburan neighborhood.
Anyway. Chita the cat committed a Baby Bunny Crime, which is said inevitable fate– they are so stupid, and so defenseless, and cats, well– even an agéd cat who only goes outside to Disapprove of the Neighbors and Pee in the Yard can find and capture a Baby Bunny, which is tragic and upsetting and also incredibly noisy.
So after this Crime, she was shut up in the house, and was no longer allowed to go outside and Disapprove of the Neighbors. (She also normally gets Yelled At By Starlings, I forgot that’s her other favorite-not-favorite pastime. She committed a Baby Starling Crime some twelve years ago and the starlings have Not Forgotten.) (That one didn’t even end in bloodshed, they chased her off and she dropped the poor thing which went on to have exponential starling babies of its own.)
Poor Chita gets very bored when not allowed her Yard Panther Activities.
She took to entertaining herself by fishing out every one of the balled-up pairs of socks from the clean laundry I left sitting on the guest bed since I was just going to pack it back up into the Go To The Farm suitcase. She would then proceed to “kill” the socks, and carry them around the house and make her excited Caught Prey trilling noise at us, at like, four in the morning.
This was annoying as fuck, but also really cute. And it went on for a long time, because after the three-day Baby Bunny Crimes exile was up, she immediately committed another one and was on house lockdown for another three days, and anyway
well the punchline
the punchline is that I’m back at the farm and have no fucking socks because she murdered them all and carried them off and I couldn’t find them. So if it warms up I’ll be all right in flip-flops but if it doesn’t I am going to have a very bad time here. (Your picture was not posted)