My family, although small with only 3 people, was always full of life because of all the animals. From the age of 6, we have had more animals than people in our home.
We had every type of animal. At times these animals were not true pets but passerby, we helped them heal, that’s how we had a bat, a snake, mice, blue birds, rabbits, squirrels, fish, cats, birds, and dogs.
Are true pets lived inside until my father decided the cats should be outside, at least for the day. He became weary of changing the kitty litter everyday, again and again. Dad figured if the cats were outside during the day, then at least their would be a reduction in kitty litter changing. And there was.
Soon the cats became addict to the back-garden. They never really left the garden, all the places to hide, the trees, the birds that always flew in, the little pond, and the little dog house turned into a pimped out cat-condo, became more alluring to them than the house. Except when they wanted a cat free space on a bed or more likely human companionship, basically so they could be petted.
One summer day, I decided to take Yuki, my bunny rabbit, outside to the garden. I had done this often in the 6 years she had lived with us, always to great success. However, this time we could not catch her when it was time to return to the house. We tried to tempt her with food, and treats but to no avail. My father convinced me to let Yuki spend her first night outside. He suggested she would be safe because the cats were outside to protect or at least the very least dissuade any predators. She come in when she was hungry, got cold or scared from the evil garden.
We could not catch Yuki the next day, or the next or the next day. And so began Yuki’s life outside in the garden with our cats.
As the seasons go in Canada, summer turned to autumn, autumn turned to winter, and Yuki became accustom to living in the garden. She grew a wintry coat, at times she would sit in the middle of the garden letting the snow and wind wipe around her. Yuki had built herself a warren, we provided her with a shelter as well, but she was truly happy sitting int he cold winds of Montreal in our little garden. Yuki knew we would not take her in, and as such she came up to us for food, when we called or when she needed warmth. She frolicked with the cats, hide from our dog Daisy.
One wintry day, mum and I were having tea at the kitchen table. My father was fussing around the kitchen, taking things in and out of the microwave, mixing things in a bowl. Mum and I took no notice until, he opened the porch door and called for Yuki. Dad gave Yuki the bowl he had been fussing with, and walked back into the kitchen.
Mum and I stared at each other, both in confusion thinking the same thing. But mum was the one with courage to ask, “Did you just heat up carrots for the bunny?”
My father’s reply was so simple, so elegant and so dad, “Yes, of course. It’s winter, it’s cold I’m not going to give the bunny cold carrots from the fridge, have a heart!”
As I said the reply was so dad. My father, looks like an intimidating guy. He is tall, muscular, has a dark beard and hair, with deep-set blue eyes. And although he is a handsome man – as is all my family – dad’s look and general attitude does put people off-balance. The felling of off-balance is only experienced by those who do not know him, or those who do not know him well enough to see despite his appearance he is sweet kind man, who is very sensitive to the needs of others.
Well at dad’s reply, mum and I simply looked at each other, laughed and then both said, “That makes sense!“ Yet, still laughing at the sight of this atypical, dark, looming man heating up carrots for a little bunny because its cold! Nevertheless, I started heating up Yuki’s veggies too.
- Caption needed – what is this bunny rabbit thinking (primroseblog.wordpress.com)