This evening; the 27th of August, has certainly been an eventful one, as tonight the family and myself managed to save a rabbit from being killed and ripped apart. That rabbit is alive and well right now, and I am going to tell you the story of how my family (with minor assistance from me) saved this animal.
So, backstory: we have had cats on our close since I was 8 years old, so there have been cats here for about 12 years, from 2005. Our cat; Perry, originally our neighbour’s until we adopted him, is very vicious. It is almost like he has two sides. He’s actually quite a friendlycat to humans (mostly, he does scratch and bite if he is pissed off), but to small animals and rodents, he is a ruthless creature. He kills and he tears it apart. Since we’ve had him, he’s killed a mouse, and an adult rabbit, pictured here:
This brings a neat segue into today’s story proper. It was early evening when I was downstairs with my family and my Mum and Dad announced that our cat had another rabbit. Much like the last time this happened, we shut all the windows to the house to stop him getting in if he does end up killing and eating something. This time; however, the rabbit escaped Perry and ran into the small gap between our fence and our shed. My Dad and brother went outside and confirmed it was alive and hiding. The creature seemed to be in shock; which could have caused it to die if the stress was too high. Since the rabbit wasn’t coming out, my Mum and Dad left the house to visit my Nan, and instructed us not to let the cat out.
After they returned, my Mum and brother went into our neighbour’s garden to lift up the fence from the other side in an attempt to grab the rabbit; which we couldn’t do as it had burrowed deeper into the gap, which made it impossible to get from that side. The four of us went to the back of the shed where we saw the rabbit, who had moved to the other side. We tried to grab it there, but it ran back towards the other end of the shed. The rabbit popped out of that end, hiding in my Mother’s plants. I was told to go upstairs to find an old towel; which I eventually did. I handed it to my Dad, while I grabbed the shoebox for us to put the rabbit in. Eventually, we wrapped the rabbit in a towel and put it in the box, where I did the most important thing; taking a picture of it:
My brother and my Dad went to the nearby cemetary to free the rabbit and keep it safe from the cats on our close (of which there are 3, who will all try to kill it). After letting the rabbit out of the box, it darted into the fields, free, and hopefully safe.
And that was how we managed to save an animal from death. I know it isn’t the most riveting story, but it was worth talking about, at least. Furthermore, my brother nicknamed the rabbit ‘Squiggles’. I nicknamed it Fiver, from Watership Down. We don’t know where it came from though, but given how the cat got it, I imagine the warren is pretty close and is likely to happen again. We had rabbits on the close before, which our neighbour (who owned Perry) told us about as her 3 cats; Perry included, killing off the warren. You’d think less cats would mean less of this business though?