Lilly the Killer- Photo: L. Weikel
Lilly
Sometimes I get a chance to pet sit for my neighbor, who was technically Duckhead’s mom (and is mom to all his ‘girls’). This occasional opportunity to vicariously indulge my inner gentlewoman farmer is now enhanced by the fact that Lilly has now become part of the mix.
I’ve cared for Lilly only once before, but she’s a much bigger bunny now.
As all young bunnies know, there are stages to becoming a rabbit. So when I was discussing my meager duties with Lilly’s mom earlier this week, she told me to beware, as Lilly ‘can be a little aggressive.’
Visions of Monty Python
I don’t know about you, but I immediately flashed to the blood-thirsty bunny in the classic, Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
She quickly assuaged my concerns and assured me Lilly is merely a little ‘food aggressive.’ No worries. All I needed to do was distract her a little bit while filling her bowl of bunny kibble. All would be well.
Famous Last Words
She looked at me with curiosity when I entered her domain; meaning she looked up from her slumber and acknowledged my presence. I started my usual patter of animal chatter, picking up her bag of kibble and preparing to open her pen to fill her bowl.
<<BAM!>>
Lilly lunged in my general direction (wink), banging her nose upon the wire mesh of her cage. “What the heck, Lilly?” I yelped.
But I refused to be deterred. I opened the cage and started petting her body, making a point of steering clear of those potentially bloody canines! Although I was pretty sure she simply recognized the kibble bag and was displaying her enthusiasm over the prospect of me filling her bowl, I didn’t want to be dumb about it. She sure did bang herself hard against the cage.
All’s Well That Ends Well
Lilly happily enjoyed not only her kibble but also her spinach, a handful of which I gingerly thrust into her cage.
No killer rabbit. Not even a close encounter. I think I’m just a tiny bit disappointed – I think I was hoping for a sequel.
Lilly Munching – Photo: L. Weikel
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