I’m posting this for those of you who are following and are-not-horrified by the Adventures of ThatGoddamnedCat. This particular episode was tucked away in Junes draft folder somewhere around Father’s Day.
However, this is not exactly a Father’s Day post, because I very wisely had ThatGoddamnedCats testicles decommissioned as a kitten.
God knows one of him is enough.
The world is most welcome!
The serial killing feline asshole… has strucketh again.
In my defense, several weeks ago I swear that I absolutely wrote, “Buy collar with bell for asshole cat” on my TO DO list.
I just hadn’t gotten around to crossing it off yet, and for that I’m very sorry Mr. Rabbit.
May you RIP.
I didn’t actually find him all festively decked out in a party hat waving a magic wand. I took the liberty of adding a few photoshop extras, so he’d appear less gruesome and… dead in a somewhat happier light.
He probably would’ve wanted it that way.
Bunnies are promiscuous party animals from way back.
The quarter however, is the real deal though. The shiny disc, is in fact, 25 cents that I deliberately placed on his shoulder so you could better comprehend just how freaking ginormous bunnyzilla is.
Relatively speaking I mean – in relation to TGC’s body weight.
I’m not exactly sure how many ounces my Jack-the-ripper feline has on this guy, but I’m guessing not too many – making Mr. Rabbit by far his largest kill to date.
I do feel bad about Mr. Rabbit I really do, but nonetheless I’m pretty impressed.
When I carefully instructed my son to bury Mr. Rabbits remains with the 25 cent piece, he wittingly replied, “Good, he’ll need it to pay his toll to the river Styx.”
Me – you don’t say.
This apparently, is a toll paid upon ones demise – in order to travel to the underworld of the afterlife… or something like that.
I shit you not.
My bright offspring are full of obscure trivia.
That guy is damned lucky I found him and thought to provide him with underworld fare.
The moral of the story – never leave home without a quarter in your pocket or it’s possible you’ll be up Shits creek or possibly the river Styx… without a paddle.
Chapter Two – The Unexpected
I bet you weren’t expecting a sequel to “The Adventures of ThatGoddamnedCat- Bobbing for Bunnies in the River Styx, because… neither was I.
I had hoped it was the last we’d seen of Mr. Rabbit after I’d carefully instructed my son to bury him WITH his shiny quarter that-was-actually-toll-for-the-river-Styx.
His saga lives on, although you won’t see him again, because he’s vanished.
By vanished I mean Mr. Rabbit has vacated the garden… did like a baby and headed out, blew that Popsicle stand, did like a tree and leaved(?)…
Since I KNOW-for-an-absolute-fact that my diligent children did not let our German Shepherd indulge in a bunny snack that was not a tidy approved canine snack shaped like a bone from a colorful box, I’m going to speculate what happened to him.
You call it denial. I call it creative writing therapy so-I-don’t-wig-the-fuck-out.
*He hitched a ride to Pet Semetary for a proper burial. (Can’t blame him)
*He was actually the Jesus Easter Bunny and he rose from the dead.
*He turned into Zombie Rabbit and will be coming for TGC soon. (In which case, this story is about to get good!)
*The Jehovah’s witnesses saw him as they headed down my walkway and decided he needed to be saved.
*The postal carrier decided to mail him back to Max and Ruby, so they could have closure.
*A bald eagle swooped down and carried him to Bunny Heaven, but kept his party hat to conceal his middle-age male pattern baldness.
*Elmer Fudd finally bagged him, in which case he’s on display over at Acme Caskets.
He’s gone and I’ve convinced myself beyond the shadow of a doubt that he. will. not. resurface. in. doggy. vomit.