So a little back story. The cat that live in my house (doesn't have a name, isn't my cat) is a killer. It kills birds, mice chipmunk and other small critters regularly. So as I was reading HP7 in the kitchen I was less than startled to see it jump through the window with what looked like a mouse by its neck. I called my mom in cause she freaks out and I wanted a good laugh.
"Maaaaaaaa, come here"
"what?"
*she enters kitchen*
"DANIEL THE CAT KILLED A BABY BUNNY, GET IT OUT OF MY HOUSE
*lolcano erupts*
The cat darted away and I went to go pick up the bunny, but it was twitching. Not dead all the way. I was a little sad for the baby to be suffering. I poked it around and didn't see any bleeding, or any other wounds.
It stopped twitching and rolled over.
HOLY FUCK ITS AN ALIVE BABY BUNNY IN MY CLUTCHES
wat do?
photoshoot obviously before releasing to wild
letting her run on my keyboard...
khhnugtfftttttdeSWAQQQ52111```SW1`
bunny went straight for capslock, sooooocooooool
her name is luna, we bid you farewell