Wednesday, April 11, 2012
The Things I Do For Love
Toni Louise is watching me. She wants to play. She is looking to see if there might be a tiny playmate hidden in my lap.
She tried to wake the guys, but they ignored her. No way would there be another pet here in our house.
He who has a soft heart came home with a tiny rabbit. He rescued it from a herd of cats at work.
See how tenderly he holds this little rabbit. The cats killed Mama Rabbit and the rest of the offspring. "What did you want me to do?" he asks.
I suggest that it would make a nice little entree for Winnie and Tigger. Oh, the hurt in his eyes! I was kidding, of course, but ....... really, what am I supposed to do with it?
He kept the rabbit in his truck all day. It is cute, like all babies are.
He presented it to our dog family. Toni Louise was giddy with puppy excitement. She jumped and jumped seeming to say "Can I play with it, can I, can I, please?" Oscar opened his mouth to grab it and snap it's little neck. He was scolded by he who has actually named the rabbit. I scolded the rabbit holder for scolding a dog bred to eliminate small furry intruders. Poor nervous Wall-E peed on himself from all the stress around him.
As dusk approached, I asked my husband if the rabbit was still a prisoner in his truck. Of course it was. "Have you fed it?" Fed it, what do you feed a rabbit? He offered clover and the rabbit, whose name is Bubba, did not partake. I suggested a carrot, doesn't he remember what Bugs Bunny ate?
Bubba, who is probably a girl, is sleeping in the store in a box lined with a scrap of flannel. I couldn't let he who rescues rabbits find Bubba unresponsive in his truck tomorrow, could I?