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Happy Easter, everyone!

This happy bunny is from 2011. I found him in the chicken house pretending to be a chicken. Buns love chicken food.

I know he doesn’t look happy, but trust me – it’s baby bunny season. I wake up every morning to the sound of screaming buns. Jack is absolute murder on buns. This baby got tossed in the field next door and, let us hope, lived a long and rabbity every after. That’s as happy as a bunny gets Chez Weasel.

Photo credit: Uncle B. I’m going to blow this up to a poster some day.


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: March 31, 2018, 12:52 am

To all who may need it: have a blessed Easter! …whether you observe it this Sunday or a week later (the Orthodox Church Easter is April 8).

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: March 31, 2018, 10:15 am

Queen Delilah seems,to think they’re made of chocolate as she always works them from the ears down.

And then she wonders why the dogs are so eager to give her a good sniffing.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: March 31, 2018, 11:08 am

If he come anywhere near, I always tell Jack he’s a good boy, quietly pry the screaming bun from his jaws and toss it over the hedge. I like to think I give them a chance, though they probably die of Jack saliva poisoning. Also, he usually catches up to them again.

I wouldn’t mind if cats made a quick, clean kill.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: March 31, 2018, 6:37 pm

She brings them home on the rare occasion she escapes to the outdoors (feline HIV so we don’t let her roam).

She got quite a rise out of – A) the wife, b,c,d) the danes and the chi-hua-hua when she came home bearing lunch last week end.
That one got away when she foolishly offered to share it with me by dropping it at my feet and it pelted off while I shouted at her enough to give it a head start.
For a now indoor cat, she obviously remembers quite well how to survive on her own in the hedges.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: March 31, 2018, 7:04 pm

I like ’em with chocolate ears.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: March 31, 2018, 7:21 pm

I prefer those cats who bring home golf balls or lingerie off clothes lines.

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: April 1, 2018, 12:52 am

My favorites are the Peeps™ marshmallow bunnies right out of the freezer. The purple ones taste best.

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: April 2, 2018, 3:35 pm

No bunnies rescued here, but there is a small skinny black cat, quite friendly and not feral, wandering around my apartment block. He doesn’t belong to anyone. I’ve been feeding him. This weekend he showed up looking and sounding as if he had the superflu from Stephen King’s The Stand. If I can get him into a carrier tonight, I’m bringing him to the local no-kill shelter (at least I hope it’s a no-kill). He deserves a chance.

Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: April 2, 2018, 5:19 pm


Some things you can do with left over bun
after the kitty cat’s work has been done.

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