posted 2006/09/29 at 23:46
Not that I'd been feeling that well this past week to start with, but good grief did I get a new reason to be nauseated today.
See, early in the afternoon (or at least early for me), I went downstairs to make some spaghetti for lunch. As the pasta was cooking, I noticed Skooter out in the backyard. This isn't an infrequent occurence, since Skooter loves the outside and we like to encourage her to "roll in the dirt, piss in the sand" like we used to do with Rowan. (Spyder has always been a strictly indoors cat.)
I went out on the back porch to ask Skooter if she wanted in so she could eat, when all of a sudden I noticed Skooter had a companion laying next to her in the form of a baby rabbit. A DEAD baby rabbit. Given the way Skooter was acting, it was pretty clear that she had killed the rabbit, even though it was nearly as big as she is, and that she was presenting it to we humans as a trophy.
I was able to get my father to remove the rabbit corpse before Mom saw it, since I knew she'd freak even more than I would. Don't get me wrong, I have a very healthy understanding of the way nature works and all of that, but especially to see a baby rabbit dead like that, and to have Skooter fling the corpse up in the air using nothing but her teeth, was not the sort of thing I needed to see just before eating lunch.
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