Tuesday night our cat brought us home a gift. He meowed at the door, walked in, and proudly dropped his present on the kitchen floor. We all looked down in disbelief. A teeny tiny baby bunny. Unhurt and perfect.
Out goes the cat, out come the rubber gloves, and our rescue mission began. We placed the bunny in a box and then went outside to try to find the bunny nest. We knew the approximate area, but still couldn't locate it. Soon darkness came, and we knew we had to keep the bunny safely indoors for the night.
We bought some baby formula and an eye dropper, and attempted to feed it with no success. This went on for two days. Finally we began discussing where we should bring the poor little thing, before he starved to death. Then alas, he began drinking out of the dropper. It was the cutest, most amazing thing to watch.
We are now on day four, and the sweet little thing is doing remarkably well. He sleeps in his box with a little stuffed bunny, and readily drinks out of the dropper. He is comfortable being around humans, which is a good thing as my house can become very rowdy at times.
We are taking things day by day, and hopefully will watch it thrive. We're still unsure if it is a temporary or a permanent guest, but I'm kind of falling in ♥. Of course we will do what is best for the little creature, but I know what outcome I'm hoping for.