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Poor Charlotte!

But I’m laughing out loud here in Yorkshire. 🙂

Poor kitteh…looks like she’s treating the bunneh as one of her kittens.

Now, then, yoong Nina! No laughin’! Tha’s in Yorhshire, tha knows! We don’t ‘old with “laughin'” in Yorkshire! 😉

That explains why I can’t understand half of what people here are saying. 🙂

Let us know when you get in striking distance (if you do). I’ve long since forgotten your schedule.

Life on Mince-meat

Om nom nom. Anyone who has eaten a chocolate Easter bunny knows you have to start with the ears.

I can only wonder if the rabbit gets a vicarious thrill:”I only feel alive when I’m living on the edge…” before hopping into the shrubbery. And trying to get the cat slobber dried off its fur.

X Games for hares: toothless cat adds spice to the trip across the Mustelid lawn…Half Pipe with toothless Kitteh…

Charlotte Einfang. That brought a laugh! This afternoon my Jack Russell went into crazybark and raced out to the garden. It sounded like they were filming a scene from The Birds. I went to inspect. Our cat was hunched up on the fence, like Hallowe’en Kitty, with a big bird in his mouth. All the birds’ relatives were divebombing the cat, and the JR was leaping in the air, almost doing somersaults, trying to score a bird, too. Jack Mitohnevogel.

The ears? But cartilage is Chewy!

Lazarus, my Norwegian Forest Cat, used to bring me gifts of bunnies.

That is so funny! Poor kitty! I think it’s hilarious she’s hunting rabbits with a single tooth. But we have our own girl who has an empty mouth as well.

Uncle Badger: all I can say is lols! It’s even funnier when the gunton reads it out loud so we get the full yorkshire experience. 🙂

Skedule? We don’t have no stinkin’ skedule!

But probably next week. Will let you know when we know for sure. This weekend is with family in and around Birmingham, seeing the Stratford business for sure. York was the best yet, Hull ain’t so great. Looking forward to seeing you and the Badger!

At least Charlotte is still spry enough to grab a bunny, even if she can’t kill it.

Having read “Watership Down” enumerable times, no doubt Bunny is a young hero in the warren (showing off his wee puncture), with his tales of escaping Cat, Weasel, AND Badger, too!

My boy Julius has every one of his teeth and yet a good fraction of the time the bunnies he brings back will be unharmed and not a mark on them.

The other times there will be a CSI scene on one of the front or back porches, though.

That pic should go to cute overload!

She hasn’t yet worked out why this terrible thing keeps happening to her.

Who is “she”? Charlotte, or the bunny? If Charlotte, what terrible thing?

Charlotte. She’ll spend an hour, motionless, staring into the hedge, waiting patiently to catch her prey…and then five minutes after her triumph, it just hippity-hops away, not a care in the world. It’s enough to ruin a serial killer’s day, Rich.

I dunno, Bob. Is it cute, or is it uncomfortable? I guess I’ve rescued (which in many cases means euthanized) too many rodents not to have a sinking feeling looking at that picture.

Heh. I feel your pain, Swease. However–what that picture really communicates to me is serious confusion: “Jeepers, what do I do now? What the hell is this thing I’m carrying around? How do I get out of this with dignity? ”

This is a state we all will encounter at some point in aging–when we can still /start/ a familiar sequence of activities, but just can’t complete it, because of either physical or mental deficits. I’ll bet Charlotte is actually secretly relieved that the bunny escapes when she meows: she can still do an important part of what was fun (stalking and catching the bunny), and need not hurdle the insuperable obstacles of what used to be the next stage. Indeed. . .I suspect that at some point the initial stage (stalk and catch) will/has become the point, and what used to be the following stages will simply disappear from memory. She’s still having as good a time as she can at her age, in her condition; bless your pointed little heads for allowing her to do that. As I watch my mother’s mind fade, I’m seeing starkly how important that is. . .and facing how difficult it is.

My BF’s dog, Molly catches bunnies all the time, but usually they are unharmed, just wet. However, the other day she retrieved two birds – all I could see was feet sticking out. The birds did NOT have a nice day, (or any more days period…)

Everyone at the lab thought it was cute.

York was the best yet…

That’s because I live there.

Dang, Gibby…I had no idea. We’ve been there three days and didn’t even wave. Sorry ’bout that!

LOL stupid bunny – Most my dogs would have eaten it whole!

I had one dog who must have learned hunting from a cat. We called her Cindy and she was a Malimute. She would become a statue waiting for food. Jaws “her nickname” would freeze and hold for hours until the snack came out of the hole then she’d chew a couple times and swallow.