
Anybody else remember The Croods?
I’ve never quite gotten used to keeping prey animals as pets. I keep forgetting that when they are “looking straight at you” they probably aren’t looking at you at all. You can only make eye contact with a rabbit when they give you the side eye.
When we first got our rabbit, we were very worried about the cat. Although he was the smallest cat in the neighborhood, he dominated our end of the block – no other cats dared enter our yard. And he routinely dragged prey larger than himself through our cat door to finish them off in the comfort of home.
We introduced the cat to the rabbit through the safety of bars, but we didn’t need to worry. Maybe it was because the cat was getting on in years. But we had this initial standoff in which he deeply considered the options. Then he seemed to decide:
The new thing is not a cat.
The new thing is not a threat.
The new thing is not prey.
The new thing does not exist.
And from then on, he refused to acknowledge the existence of the rabbit, even when the rabbit tried to approach him.
No other animal had ever inspired in me so much fear; not the neighbor’s dog that chased me into the house when I was three; not the horse that threw me, blackening both my kindergarten eyes; not the hand-sized spider that crawled up my leg when I was turned the neglected compost pile behind my house. None of those creatures held the terror of the adolescent lionhead bunny. Read More