Spring is in the air (except for the 32 degree temps and chilling rain yesterday). Birds are building their nests. Wildflowers cover the pasture. And cottontail babies (one of my favorite of God's creatures) huddle in their nests.
Enter Patches the cat. She's a hunter, as are most cats. Last week she brought me a tiny rabbit. His eyes were still closed; his ears lay flat, so he was less than nine days old. He wasn't injured though so, after Googling what to do with baby rabbits, I set out to find the nest. I had no idea where Patches found him. A patch of tall grass at the back of our yard seemed the likely place, so I settled the baby there, covered him with grass to keep him warm, and prayed he'd survive.
Spring forward to today, a week later. Again, Patches brought me a cottontail. God answered my prayers. I can't be positive, but I believe this is the baby from last week. He's a couple inches longer. His eyes are open, his ears standing up. He wasn't injured. So I shooed Patches and Tiger into the house and took the little guy to his nest, at least I think it is. Still no other bunnies were around, but the mother only comes to the nest at night.
Now, Patches and Tiger are restricted to the house, except the times I can go outside with them. Until the little guy leaves or is big enough to run away from the cats.
Speakin of Tiger, the little stray that was so sick. (I mentioned him above.) Good news there too. After many visits to the vet's office and bills that left a smile on the vet's face, Tiger is doing great. He eats like a horse. He plays like a cat, chasing balls and other toys. He stays out of Patches' way because she's not so friendly with him. And he loves to take walks with us. Sometimes I wonder if he's part dog. Has a cat ever owned you that loved to go on long walks?
Have a super weekend. Happy Reading and Writing.