I got up this morning and glanced out the back patio door to see a rabbit being stalked by one of the feral cats in our neighborhood. I considered intervening on the bunny’s behalf, but thought better of it, remembering that the cat has to eat something and the bunny enjoys munching on my newly planted veggies. Selfish, I know, but that’s life in the animal kingdom.
As my morbid curiosity got the best of me, I pulled up a chair to the back door to watch my own personal version of Animal Planet. The feline stayed perfectly still as its ignorant prey inched closer and closer. The rabbit had ventured within three feet of the cat when its ears and entire body suddenly shot up! It was obvious that its senses had finally detected the lurking danger and my heart pounded as I waited for the inevitable.
As the rabbit began to cautiously move in the opposite direction, the cat unceremoniously stood, stretched, yawned and did the same. So much for an early morning lesson in the food chain.
As the hunter and the prey parted ways, the cat backed up to my garage and sprayed a nice stream of urine to mark its territory. It was then, for a fleeting moment, that I wished the bunny had been the predator and the cat its unfortunate victim.
Am I grouchy in the mornings or what? :)