This morning a tiny baby bunny rabbit living in the jungle of weeds/shrub rose bushes next to our garage met its maker. I spied a neighborhood cat in the yard this morning peering into the flowers (I mean overgrown weeds) very carefully, tail a-twitching. My first thought was, oh yay -- that cat is probably watching a mouse -- hope he gets it! Yes, it's true I do have a very big fear of mice. Maybe there are no mice in the summer -- who knows? I guess the cat was being neighborly as it dropped the dead baby bunny at the bottom of the stairs as a little gift for me before I went to work! Anyway, I just about stepped on that baby bunny on the way to the garage. I gave a little scream and ran back in the house to alert the Rickster so he could dispose of it before he and Maddy went out to the car. Evidently, he didn't get that accomplished before she saw it. It didn't scare her or freak her out at all. She just wondered . . . how did that cat kill the bunny (maybe scared it to death??).
So, this evening we had a little funeral for the bunny. Maddy donated one of her shoe boxes to lay the bunny to rest . . . and she's a little attached to her shoe boxes lately --we make leprechaun houses out of them (that's another story). We took her Webkinz bunny and Webkinz mouse along with us so that they could also pay their respects, said a prayer and buried the little bunny under the Russian sage.