Honey Bunny
The Hardest of the Kids to Control
Here it is a Saturday on Stauffer Ave. and all I can say is “naughty kids.” I am not referring to our two-legged ones. Dennis’ garage porch kid, aka: Honey Bunny. Wednesday morning she trotted of and has not been seen of since. She is very able-bodied and has claws on all four. She has had the run of the yards but always returned to enjoy one of her many cushions to curl up on for naps. Each evening Dennis walked the area calling for her with no avail. Dennis had a meeting at the VFW this afternoon and pretty much gave up on her but hoped she had not suffered. This afternoon I took to the yards and came to agree with Dennis. I have several house plants that are enjoying the garage porch for the winter and I got the watering can out. Dennis’s son drove up and I set everything down and we went into the house. After Ken left I went back to the garage porch and there in my rocking chair was Honey Bunny as if she had been there the entire time. Seriously? We had waited up for her every night much like when the two legged kids were out and about. We were a lot younger then and a scolding on them had an impact but not so much on this kid. I got her brush out and she totally gave it over for a full body brushing, purring the entire time. I would have loved to have had a nanny camera on her to find out where she had been, what had she eaten, did she have water to drink and where had she slept? It’s a good thing Dennis and I already have gray hair.