Every morning, Barbie LaMew sits in front of the French door, peeking out the lowest glass pane into the front yard. Her tail is twitching furiously, a sure sign that something of interest (to her) is out there, out of reach.
Curious to see what was on “Cat TV” every morning, I joined her, peeking out my own upper pane of glass. Seconds later, the object of her desire moved to a new dining spot and it became clear that a baby rabbit lives in the front yard. It was even a pleasant surprise to see the bunny eating tiny maple tree seedlings**, one by one. Munch, hop, munch, hop. A perfect rhythm, an idyllic summer scene. For a few days we even had a family meeting each morning. Barbie, the Bunny and me.
Like many families, though, cracks have appeared in the relationship. The inevitable friction occurred and we will probably never feel the same about each other again. It’s all his, (the bunny’s) fault, of course.
Several clumps of beautiful Blue Fescue grass purchased for bargain basement prices at the end of the season last fall were moved from their temporary homes to their permanent spots out front. The decorative grass had grown quite nicely and was a great addition to the landscaping. Then while watering all the new plants, I noticed that the Blue Fescue had been shaved. There can be only one culprit. One guilty party. One suddenly not so cute bunny. One brown furball who is skating on very thin ice.
Tempting as it may be, Barbie is still not allowed out early in the morning, but the romance is over forever. Now some noise and commotion are part of our morning routine. Find a new secret admirer. Our Summer Romance is over!
** http://coco724.wordpress.com/2008/06/04/holy-helicopters-batman
Filed under: Cats, Gardening | Tagged: Blue Fescue Grass, Cats, Rabbits
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