Pumpkin has done his best PR campaign since yesterday's bunny mawling to convince *me* that he is not a sociopath, including several out-of-character snuggles AFTER a bath.
Paul is not convinced and remains understandably shaken after yesterday's unsuccessful bun rescue attempt
Paul is not convinced and remains understandably shaken after yesterday's unsuccessful bun rescue attempt
Pumpkin just came in for a peaceful snuggle. Not five SECONDS after he was released, I heard a bunny start to scream.
Pumpkin had managed to get a very tiny bun in the smallest possible time window imaginable, not even bothering to be discrete about his bloodlust.
Pumpkin had managed to get a very tiny bun in the smallest possible time window imaginable, not even bothering to be discrete about his bloodlust.
I was able to release the bun from Pumpkin's fangs & the panicking would-be-snack ran straight into Pumpkin Jail (the garage).
Pumpkin is now cooling off inside with me and he's not happy.
I hope the little bun survives. He was moving fast, but I think Pumpkin broke the skin.
Pumpkin is now cooling off inside with me and he's not happy.
I hope the little bun survives. He was moving fast, but I think Pumpkin broke the skin.
I don't know whether the bunny escaped from the garage, but decided that his best chance would be for me to close the garage door and make it the lockdown ward of the Bun Hospital.
Pumpkin has now been prowling outside for a few minutes and I haven't heard any small, adorable mammals shriek, so I think bunny has some time to collect himself and plan his predator aversion strategy.
We found Pumpkin a little over a year ago when he himself was but a tiny kitten that any hawk or owl in the neighborhood might have considered a "Fun Size" snack.
It was great to have a snuggly, affectionate kitten during the pandemic. He wore hats & was amenable to outfits if stinky treats were forthcoming. He kept me company during Zoom classes & provided a shared hobby for Sam and me that didn't involve arguing about 20th c. psychology.
As soon as he turned reached his first birthday, he dropped all pretense of domestication & has been firmly committed to his role as Alpha Predator.
We live in a neighborhood full of peaceful woodland creatures. I've felt like a princess in an early Disney movie, though I hadn't figured out how to get the animals to take over my household chores.
They also don't seem to like my singing.
They also don't seem to like my singing.
Pumpkin's unabashed commitment to the Dark Side has been fitting in its own way. Cats in many early Disney Movies were conniving, villainous predators that were beloved pets of the villains.
The fact that I am the only person to whom Pumpkin still shows any hint of true devotion further leads me to conclude that I am not Snow White/Cinderella in this movie.
I am the Wicked Stepmother.
I am the Wicked Stepmother.
This explains a lot, tbh.
The woodland creatures were NEVER going to step-up to do light housework on my behest, no matter how much I sang to them.
The woodland creatures were NEVER going to step-up to do light housework on my behest, no matter how much I sang to them.
I've got to say, though- for a Disney villain, I have a really loveable henchman in Sam. I think this means he's going to flip to the Good Side after the plucky protagonists defeat me. It will be a real heartwarming moment in his character arc.
Not Pumpkin, though. He's a Baddie
Not Pumpkin, though. He's a Baddie
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