Reluctant Houseguest.

The Old Salt had just brought a fresh glass of iced tea into the

office for me and was going back to the kitchen when he called

for me to come quick.  

I looked into the living room and saw the Old Salt watching two 

of our cats crouched on either side of a half grown rabbit. 

The tiny creature was no more than seven or eight inches long. 

Our slightly demented tortoiseshell female had apparently

carried it into the house through the cat door.  I was about to 

say something when the little fur-ball disappeared before my 

eyes.  I had no idea something so little and so still could 

suddenly move so fast.  Velvet, our torte, caught it in the corner

of the room and proudly returned it to our little circle of cats 

and people in front of the TV. The Old Salt and I quickly put the

cats in another room and returned to see if the rabbit was too

injured to save.  Of course it was gone again.  We knew it had to 

be in the living room or the kitchen. Those were its only avenues 

of escape.

After looking everywhere in both rooms including places most 

unlikely, we were asking ourselves if something so small could

have managed the cat door. Suddenly, the Old Salt called

"There it is" and I rushed over but could not see a thing.  

"Where" I asked.  "There on the floor in front of that wicker 

basket" was the reply.  Still I could not see it.  Then I was told

to follow the stream of light coming from the flashlight, and there

in the spotlight on the floor stretched out flat and wedged between 

the basket and a power strip, I finally saw the brown fur-ball. 

The Old Salt passed the flashlight to me and picked up the

frightened bunny as I grabbed the small camera that lives 

on the dining table.  If I had not been actively looking for him, 

I could have spent the day in that room without knowing he

 was there. 

This was our little reluctant  houseguest. 

We were amazed to find the baby rabbit did not have a scratch
on him. (or maybe her)  Apparently Velvet had carried the
rabbit as though it was a baby kitten without leaving a mark.
We released the little bit of fur in the field beyond our patio and
it hopped off into the night as if it had this sort of adventure
every day. 

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