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No bunnies were harmed in the making of this post

Don’t worry; bunny is fine.

Charlotte’s been losing the battle of dental attrition for ten years now, thanks to a wicked bad case of Feline Dental Resorption. Last year, the vet removed her bottom fangs, leaving her with just the top two. As in, at long last, two whole teeth left in her whole furry head.

Last week, we noticed one of those has vanished. She is now Charlotte Einfang. Must take her in to make sure she hasn’t got a root left behind or something.

Anyhow, she let out a little self-congratulatory meow and her prey took the opportunity to scamper off into the hedge, apparently unharmed. For, like, the fifth time this week (Wanna bet it’s the same stupid bunny every time?).

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


Comment from Nina
Time: July 9, 2012, 10:34 pm

Poor Charlotte!

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

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: July 9, 2012, 10:39 pm

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

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: July 9, 2012, 10:40 pm

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

Comment from Nina
Time: July 9, 2012, 11:12 pm

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

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 9, 2012, 11:21 pm

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

Comment from Oceania
Time: July 9, 2012, 11:42 pm

Life on Mince-meat

Comment from Mysterion
Time: July 10, 2012, 12:07 am

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

Comment from sandman will resist
Time: July 10, 2012, 12:08 am

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…

Comment from Mark T
Time: July 10, 2012, 12:12 am

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.

Comment from Oceania
Time: July 10, 2012, 3:24 am

The ears? But cartilage is Chewy!

Comment from SCOTTtheBADGER
Time: July 10, 2012, 5:45 am

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

Comment from Nieta de Bob
Time: July 10, 2012, 10:08 am

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. 🙂

Comment from Nina
Time: July 10, 2012, 10:14 am

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!

Comment from Deborah
Time: July 10, 2012, 11:27 am

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!

Comment from Oldcat
Time: July 10, 2012, 1:11 pm

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.

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: July 10, 2012, 8:48 pm

That pic should go to cute overload!

Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: July 10, 2012, 9:43 pm

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?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: July 10, 2012, 10:05 pm

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.

Comment from Can’t hark my cry
Time: July 11, 2012, 12:43 am

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.

Comment from Oh Hell
Time: July 11, 2012, 3:47 am

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…)

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: July 11, 2012, 2:50 pm

Everyone at the lab thought it was cute.

Comment from Gibby Haynes
Time: July 11, 2012, 9:37 pm

York was the best yet…

That’s because I live there.

Comment from Nina
Time: July 12, 2012, 9:52 am

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

Comment from Sordy
Time: August 19, 2012, 6:55 pm

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

Comment from Sordy
Time: August 19, 2012, 7:04 pm

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.

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