Morning hunts

Okay, I don't have any pictures of this, because Momma keeps saying something about not having a hand free for the camera. She would have one free if she'd stop interfering, but I digress. You're going to have to use your imagination on this one, but I have a few exhibits to help you.

Exhibit 1: The mighty hunters!

Observe the coiled muscles, ready to pounce. The noses and ears all a-quiver, cataloging every movement around us. The carefully conserved energy until it's time to strike. Oooh, I get all shivery just looking at it.

Exhibit 2: The quarry

Note the beady little eyes looking for mischief, the totally nommable fur, and the little puff tail just ready to be caught! For our story, I shall call him... Bugs.

So here's how it happens. Every single morning, Momma takes Cinderella and me for a walk. We're innocently walking around, taking in the sights and reading the peemail, when we're suddenly attacked!! From out of nowhere, Bugs will come leaping in like some wild kamikaze intent on destruction. Oh sure, it will look like he's just sitting in the grass, but that Bugs is a wily one! We know he and his little friends are out to take over our whole neighborhood with their vile rabbity ways.

So what's a pair of born hunters like ourselves supposed to do when faced with a threat like this? Obviously throw ourselves at him and take care of the threat, barking and snarling, am I right?!?! Back me up here, Blogville!! Because according to Momma -- who I don't think has hunted a darned day in her life, if truth be told -- we're supposed to just walk on by and "let the bunny be!" OH, the horror! The indignity! The frustrated purpose!!!

And Bugs follows us around, taunting us! He'll keep turning up in all sorts of lawns all along our walk, twitching that little tail and laughing his little bunny laugh. Momma tries to say it's a different bunny, but we know the truth. He's the scout for an invading bunny army, and Cinderella and I are the last line of defense! It's getting to the point I may have to sabotage our leashes one morning so we can do our job properly without Momma yelling and yanking us away.

Surely none of my Blogville furiends have to deal with such interference of their sworn duties. Can some of you help me out and try to convince my momma of the truth? Bugs is still out there... waiting.