I killed a rabbit last week

I was downstairs for breakfast with Brendan last Thursday when he said "I think the cat just bought us a present." My first thought was amazement since our cat is both declawed and fat, not to mention semi-retarted. He has run himself fullspeed into a fence chasing butterflys on several occasions, but really hasn't shown much interest in anything bigger than a bird before. The thought of him actually catching something almost his size seemed out of the realm of possibility.

Anyway, the cat saw us looking at him so he just let the rabbit go and pranced over to the door to be let in. The rabbit looked OK for the most part, just sitting there. I figured it would wander away after it settled down a bit. But after 5 minutes when it was still there, I went and looked at the other side of it... To save you graphic details, it was not a pretty site and my cat was probably not very hungry.

Well, I had to do something. The rabbit wasn't going to survive much longer and didn't deserve to suffer. But I didn't want to get my hands dirty killing it, and I didn't want to leave it in my backyard either. So I picked up a 20lb rock from the flowerbed and dropped it on the rabbit from over my head, which did the trick. Then I scooped up the body in a grocery bag and tossed it in the trash.

However, now I have guilt for killing it, even though I think it was the right thing to do. And I also have to consider keeping the cat inside, he obviously has hunting skills I never knew he had. That or the rabbit picked a fight it couldn't win, which is just as likely.

Just thought I'd share, since I don't want to be the only one with the images in my head...