First Annual Barn Cat Awards

Reader Contribution by Cait Carpenter
Published on June 10, 2014
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Today I walked into my barn and panicked.

One of my adorable Silver rabbit babies had escaped from his mother and was enjoying his newfound freedom, racing around the floor like a teeny Mario Andretti. This would be a perfectly simple problem that could be solved with a net or a little coaxing, except that I had just brought home a new tomcat about a week and a half ago. This tomcat, whom I dubbed Rowan (Roe for short), was proving to be a first-rate mouser, but I’ve learned that first-rate mousers also tend to be first-rate bunny killers. I don’t blame them, considering it’s natural instinct and all that, but that Silver baby is a little young to face death.

I spotted Roe out of the corner of my eye, and quick as a flash he bolted towards the baby. I yelled, “Roe, no!” just as he … flopped over on his side and let the bunny run all over him. The bunny bolted over him a few times, Roe half-heartedly batted at him, and then gave up to allow himself to become essentially a furry jungle gym. It appears that I don’t have a bunny killer after all. I watched this cuteness for about 2 minutes before ruining Baby’s day and putting him back in Mom’s cage.

Needless to say, Roe got fresh goat milk and a solid petting session this morning.

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