Not so long ago, one bitterly cold evening in Niagara-on-the-Lake, when the snow was deep and the skies were dark and heavy, a gentle family cat brought a healthy baby bunny to the warmth and heart of his family. He placed it carefully at Alison's feet and went about his business. The family was thrilled at the cleverness of the feline and praised its sweetness and concern for the half frozen rabbit kitten. They made up a cosy basket, gave it cereal and water and left it to recover overnight near the fire on a lovely white fluffy rug safe from the cruel Canadian weather. The next morning the lovely white fluffy rug was a red fluffy rug. The gentle family pet had returned for a snack in the early hours.
All rabbits should tell this story to their children and grandchildren and especially to the humans they live with.
The photographs are of me and my friend Celia's cat George who has a blog like mine on http://george-online.blogspot.com I dislike being picked up usually but I have to tolerate it for the sake of my public. And for the vet. And at poop-check time. It's a hard life when you're a celebrity like me and have to face the paparazzi so often. Anyway just take a minute to look at George and me and see how alike we are, both black, both small mammals, both kept as pets by humans. Yet if George caught me he would eat me starting from my lovely face so that my fur would lie the right way and wouldn't interfere with his pleasure. Good night and sweet dreams. I think I'll sleep upstairs under the bed tonight.
I think Harve's winking at us.
Photograph of gazebo in Niagara-on-the Lake by Bruce Jackson
