October 2020

Rabbit

Every year they make our yard their home.  Families of them burrow into the long grass around our deck, safe from the weedeater because it broke and we don't have one anymore.  They are our excuse for not buying another I guess.  

Once we had a cat, a stray I named Maxwell.  When I found him, he was bony and sad but after he adopted us, he grew to almost 20 pounds and he was gorgeous.  Very majestic and confident.  His Meow was monotone and reminded me of how John Wayne responded to stupid questions in all those old Westerns.