This morning, Grace and I are sitting in the screened in porch when I think I hear something. It’s muffled, kind of like “memmophew”! My brain tells me “that’s a muffled meow”. I ignore it, until I hear it again. I sit for 3 more seconds contemplating my life. I hear it again …..closer this time. I open the door and black death…see above pic…is standing there with a baby bunny in his mouth. When he meows to tell me of his conquest….the bunny falls out and bolts. After a very short pursuit, Mongo has again captured my gift. I scream at him to drop it, which he does. Grab him and throw him in the porch. All the while yelling “YOU ARE GROUNDED! No more outside time for you!" BAD CAT!” Bunny is now in escape mode. Half hopping, falling, gathering his wits and hopping some more. He gets to a relatively safe place, takes a breath, and hops right into my window well. Well shit! This is not going as planned for any of us. I grab my garden gloves, tear into the house, still yelling at Mongo, and telling Andy there is a bunny in the window well thanks to the stupid cat who is no longer allowed outside! I go downstairs and open the window. The poor little guy is terrified, hopping around, as I grapple with, letting him know that in under no circumstances will I climb into the well to save him (No Way - there are spiders inn there!) I grab him and of course he is having none of it! kicking his little legs, which btw…are REALLY strong for such a little guy. I manage to contain him long enough to deposit him under a plant in my front yard. He’s missing a bit of fur, and no less than one life. But, I think he’s going to make it. He definitely has a better chance the bird did! I’m sure that every neighbor within 8 house heard me grounding my cat. Hmmmm…..maybe this is why I don’t have friends in this hood?!? LMAO