Want to Hear Something Sad?

“Hey you want to hear something sad?” <- this is one of Ben’s favorite ways to spark up a conversation with me

“NO! I never want to hear something sad. You know I don’t,” is pretty much always my response.

I don’t like sad things. I don’t watch sad movies or listen to sad songs (I successfully avoided Adele’s Hello song for the longest time until it was on when I was getting my nails done and I couldn’t leave). Sad stuff makes me feel weird stuff I usually try to avoid. No thanks.

But I am going to be the sharer (or bearer) or bad news today and you can either skip this post or cave to the curiosity and read it because it might be something actually sad and it might be that I dropped my ice cream and am being overly dramatic about it.

This morning while I was running I spotted my cat friend that I met the other day. I stopped to say hi since the last time he let me pet him. I turned on my camera and was hoping I could get a video of him walking up to me. Because we all know when animals walk up to you it means they love you. It’s science.

But as I got closer I realized two things:

1. This was not my cat friend because this guy had a collar.

2. He was carrying a rat. He caught a rat! He was probably so proud that he’d let me get close to be his friend.

Except, it wasn’t a rat. 

It was a baby bunny. A BABY BUNNY.

Suddenly my loyalties changed and I was shocked.

“No cat, this is not okay. For whatever reason society says you can kill a rat but not a bunny. I didn’t make these rules, but you have to put the bunny down. Step away from the bunny.”

Obviously he didn’t want to put down his hard earned bunny. So I walked closer and he tried to run away and dropped the bunny in the process.

The bunny took off running away but he chased it. I tried to get in between them but cats are so fast!

Then, I saw the cat sitting by a car. I walked over and he backed off a bit but kept an eye on me from the bush.

See him?

I found the bunny near the tire of the car just frozen with fear. Poor lil thing.

And it turns out he probably had enough damage trauma that he couldn’t fight it. He stopped breathing. I even poked him with my phone because I wanted to be sure. (Is that weird or gross? I didn’t have anything else to use.)

Told you it was sad. I stood my the care for like 5 minutes not knowing what to do until I just thought I should leave before the Benz owner came out of his house (he was coughing very loudly near the window this whole time actually it was odd).

But I don’t want to end on a sad note so I’m going to share a picture of my new patio plants. Thank you 99 cent store.

One of them is a tomato plant – let’s see if I get tomatoes!!

 

Question: Do you have any tips for me on how to help my garden?

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