There’s a rabbit that sits on the lawn between our house and the neighbor’s.
This drives Dolly Gee Squeakers (formerly of the Humane Society Squeakers) mad. She sits, for hours, in the window, unblinking, the ice cubes in her gin and tonic slowly melting.
With spring finally here, the cats have been released from the confines of the duplex proper and are now allowed out on the three-season porch; and while Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys) divides her time between following Big Willie (who looms as a deity in her eyes) and speaking cryptically into her new Blackberry about “coups” and “land grabs”, Dolly Gee has settled her long-haired butt into one of the many windows at the front of the house, anxiously awaiting the return of her rabbit.
As has been noted in previous entries on the cats, Dolly Gee has a lot to say and says it often. Of course, it all pretty much sounds the same, but I appreciate the way she fixes her bright blue and slightly crossed eyes on my face while she does it, her little black lips separating to reveal a number of gaps in her gums…
Apparently Dolly Gee has gingivitis.
A cat with gingivitis.
Live and learn, huh?
Her lack of teeth does not, however, prevent her from chattering with desire for the neighborhood bunnies, and her fuzzy little paws twitch with blood lust.
I’ve promised her that should she ever catch the rabbit that there will be a celebration in her honor, say refreshments and snacks in the backyard. Liza Bean rolled her eyes upon hearing this, but Dolly seems genuinely excited at the prospect.
In the meantime, she’s out on the porch, plotting and daydreaming of the moment she is free to give chase.
Even the kitties have dreams.
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Aww, thats so nice that she wants to friends with her prospective lunch. Cats are so civilized.
You almost make me want to have another cat around. But I am rational, I am sane. I appreciate the freedom of being petless. Still, there are rabbits here occasionally chewing on my lawn...
Gonna take her a while to gum that rabbit down, she ever catches it...
To keep the peace and stop fur flying lie to Dolly Gee and tell her that the creatures on the lawn are merely a different kind of feline- the lesser known long eared kittibun breed-very rare and to be treasured and revered
I'm not a cat person - but can appreciate that little story. Gingivitis - maybe you can you help said cat use some Listerine.
I can say with confidence...
Liza Bean Bitey (of the Minneapolis Biteys) would be singing a different tune if said bunny was...say running around your living room...
She wouldn't be rolling her eyes then would she?
Kiss Dolly for me!
:)
Hey!! Maybe your bunny and the one on our lawn are related?!?! I'm sure ours is a male bunny, whom we named Harold. Our dog would sure like to get teeth into him as well, but we all know that will never happen.
No bunnies here in Atlanta. All we've got are lizzards and chipmunks. Bet the cats would like those.
The girlfriend's cat brought me a live snake once. Put it right in my bed. I would be much more pleased with a rabbit. However, Kizzi was VERY pleased with herself and immediately left me standing on top of the dresser yelling at a rat snake in my bed. I eventually was able to grab it with some prongs and ran outside (in just jeans and a bra, mind you) to dispose of said gift.
Powdergirl, but she just wants to TASTE the bunny!
Douglas, they keep the basement free of mice. I’m sure if we ever let them out without us that they’d BOTH go after the rabbits.
Cygnus, if she can get off the second floor porch and manage to catch it, I’ll make a pate of it for her myself.
Barbara, I suspect the cat views the bunny not only as some sort of al fresco meal but as a symbol of all things wild and beyond her grasp.
Then again, she also seems to “watch” the TV, so who knows what the little bugger thinks?!
Eskimo Bob, the cat declines your offer of Listerine but requests that you “send fish”.
:-D
Sweet Cheeks, got your e-mail this morning and will respond just as soon as I, um, sober up a bit. :-D I will tell Dolly that you send your love – and you’re right about Liza Bean. She rolls her eyes at Dolly for display purposes only. She wants that rabbit as much as Dolly does.
Mary, is Harold a brown rabbit, little patches of white?! :-D
The Grandpa, I think they would both LOVE a lizard. Who doesn’t love a lizard?!
Jess, cats are generous, aren’t they?
And how much would you give for a picture of yourself running into the yard in jeans and a bra, a live rat snake held at arm’s distance on the end of a set of tongs?! I would give good money to see that!
Matilda, of the Southwest Texans, says Dolly will love the bunnies, though they are a little gamey. The only complaint she has is getting all that hair from between her teeth, and see, Dolly will not have that problem.
Fragrant Liar, that is an EXCELLENT point.
There are always silver linings!
Pearl, thank you. I don't know what's going to happen but I'm feeling good about all this. Something will happen.
And part of that plotting is figure out how to get out the door to snag that puff ball!
(btw, I voted for you!)
Fragrant Liar WINS!
Great quip! And, why was Jess in jeans [and bra, but thqat i fathom...] in bed? Undress-deficient significant other?
Just curious at the mental image. I can be curious AND excited, right?
OH YEAH-- mandatory pairing... sorry...
Ofcourse everybody has dreams. Ofcourse.
Of catching rabbits and having a free run. Those are omnipresent dreams !
:)
Awe...spring has sprung...how about some pictures hon...LOL really why aren't there pictures inserted in betwinx... my new fancy words...inserted betwinx.. I am tired and so behind in blogland.
mine like to pet birds with their tongues....
It's not very nice of you to use your stuffed Easter bunnies placed on the lawn with a fish line and to keep pulling them across the lawn to torture your felines....They'll be on to you in no time. The next time you get home from the bar and you see things crawling on the floor, listen verrrrrry carefully for kitty giggles.
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