Basil the Bunny was attacked by a cat this afternoon.
We got complacent at our new house, with its enclosed backyard. We hadn't seen any cats roaming the neighbourhood, so we figured the only problem with leaving Baz in an outdoor cage for a few hours during the day was the weather.
Then mom stepped out onto the back deck and saw a cat chasing a streak of grey across the yard and through the gate across the driveway.
And then she saw that the side of Baz's cage had been ripped apart.
We ran out into the front yard screaming, "BASIL!", and couldn't see her or the cat anywhere.
Then I started to think, how the hell do you find a five pound animal that is terrified out of its wits, possibly hurt, and doesn't come when you call it? doesn't even make a noise to tell you it is there? probably doesn't even know how to get back home if it has run too far? that we don't even know if its still alive?
Then I saw the cat, huddled under a trailer next door, without a rabbit in its mouth.
At the same time, mom found Baz huddled against the curb across the street. No visible blood. We were quick enough in yelling that the cat backed off. either that or there had been a car, which I don't want to think about.
I cuddled her under my chin and her heart was beating again by the time I got her back inside, and she curled up on my shoulder under my chin for the next hour until her heart-rate slowed down again.
Two hours later she is completely fine, and is hopping around outside of her cage for the first time in the new house, feeling very brave now that the crisis is over, and she bested a cat.
Her mom is not quite so fine. Baz will not be going outside again very soon. Especially now that the cat knows where she lives.