Saturday, February 26, 2005

By the time I was out the door, my cat had already pounced and I could hear muffled squeaks.

My cat killed the baby rabbit we'd been seeing in my backyard for a week. He stared at me blankly with it hanging limply out of his mouth.

It died quickly. The more I thought about it, the less sad it was. My cat had millions of years of killer instinct to compete with. Death isn't evil. It simply is.

5 comments:

Valentin said...

So it goes.

Anonymous said...

Plus the rabbit probably had 20,000 brothers and sisters...

keep the order intact

Anonymous said...

my cat kills rabbits all the time and i think my dog has too

Anonymous said...

speaking of dying rabbits...

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Matthew said...

Brilliance.