my killer cat.....

So, here's a little story that doesn't end so happy.

I was at my second job last night and got home around 10:30pm. so I get ou tthe car abd I am greeted by Chupa, I pick her right up because I really didn't want to play the chase me into the house game, I was tired. I look over because I hear penelope's bell, and she has something inher mouth, and I am like, "oh, fantastic" being tired, I went in the house and asked my loving husband to go get whatever it is away from her and bring her in. I follow him out a few minutes later to discover that what she has in her mouth is a baby bunny, and it;s still alive, and sqeeling.

My heart stopped. Logan looked at me because he knows my compacity for dealing with animals that are hurt ( I cried when I had to leave chupa at the vet for her tail wound) and he said " it's going to die" Hearing that, I freaked out and chased Penelope behind the house with the flashlight. I wacked her, and she dropped it and took off. Logan caught her and threw her inside only to come back out and find be holding the dying baby bunny in my hands, and near hysteria. He is so patient with me. He was just like "dear, there's nothing we can do" and then he shot down my attempt to bring it int he house. so I went across the street and went to put the bunny where I thouht his nest might be. he fought a little but calmed down , and sadly, by the time I put him down he was dead.

I was very sad. the only good thing about it is I know he wasn't laying outside all night dying. It was relatively quick, and he wasn;t eaten by a cat.

The circle of life blows. I love my cats, but I hate it when they bring me dead stuff. thankfully, they don't do it often. I wouldn't have been nearly as hysterical if the bunny was already dead.

I locked Penelope out of the bedroom and refused to pet her at all this morning. I know she's a cat, and doesn't understand why I am angry with her, but it made me feel better.