Wascally Wabbits...

Oh good grief.

Our cat, previously known as Killer and currently known as Inept, brought something into the house this morning.

I didn't realize it at first. I knew the cat was acting all strange, in a "Hey! Where'd it go? I left it right here! Where'd it go?" kind of way. So I put the cat outside and, wincing, waited to find the maimed lizard or mouse somewhere. I hoped it wasn't a snake.

A couple hours later, as I'm carrying laundry to the laundry room, I spy...

a bunny.

Sitting in the corner. Looking terrified. Then, it bolted. The last time I saw it, it was scampering under one of my kid's beds. It isn't there anymore. I know, I looked. So now there are little piles of lettuce in various locations, in case it gets hungry. And the cat is still outside.

Wascally Wabbit.