We have a bedroom we have converted totally into our office. It's lined with some 3-drawer filing cabinets on two side. My DW has shoved a recliner into another corner and now that she has a laptop that's her favorite nook. That's where she does her surfing, genealogy and reading. Tonight she was there, laptop in her, well...lap, reclining.
I was in the LR watching TV with my wireless headset on when I thought I heard something. I paused my show and removed my headset and hollered out, "Did you call?" I heard a rather strained, "Yes." She didn't sound quite right so I jumped up and hurried to the office to find her still sitting there reclining with her laptop. Nothing looked out of the ordinary.
"Oxford has something trapped behind me", she said (Oxford is our old cat), "a mouse or rabbit or something." I looked behind her recliner and there was Oxford stretching one paw out reaching between the wall and a cabinet. Ditto, our Westie, was bounding back and forth, desperately trying to find a place she could see what was going on, knocking over a trash bin and, in general, raising a ruckus. About then, then screaming began and I knew it was a young rabbit.
I managed to squeeze between Joyce's chair and the floor lamp enough to reach Oxford...well, Oxford's tail. I dragged Oxford back and finally had to pick him clear up and hand him to Joyce. Joyce, in her nightgown, was not very ready to hold a squirming cat, but she managed. Then it was Ditto's turn. Ditto was busy taking advantage of the opening presented when Oxford got dragged away. So, I grabbed Ditto by the tail and dragged her back as I squirmed fully in behind the recliner. I managed to keep Ditto at bay and reached into the space between the wall and cabinet and touch the hind legs of a very frightened bunny. I worked my fingers around its legs a pulled out this scared little bunny about the size of a gray squirrel without a tail.
Now the interesting thing about squealing frightened bunnies is as soon as you cup them in your hands they get very calm and docile, even when a screeching barking Westie and a very intense Siamese cat are only a couple of feet away.
We have a 6' chain link fence all around our property. So, I took the bunny out front, leaving the excited Westie and pissed off cat behind and let it loose through the fence. It squirted through and hopped only a couple of hops. I was afraid maybe it had been injured more than I had thought. I tried to reach through the fence and zing, it was gone into the weeds of the ditch. Maybe Oxford and Ditto will soon forget about it and maybe the silly little bunny will stay outside the fence. But, you can only do so much to help out Mother Nature. The rest is her job. Such is life at Cedarcreek.
Addendum: I was just about to post this when Oxford came in making his special noise, the sound that says, "See what I got". He had a little 1/2 grown mouse. He can keep that. It was pretty much a goner, anyway. He's really been busy tonight.
