Just a few days ago, a few minutes before 10 AM and just as I was preparing to leave for the mall, I heard weird sounds coming from down stairs. I don’t think it would be the cats. My cats are lazy, so definitely it wouldn’t be them. So I decided to investigate. I have heard stories about robbers breaking into houses, so you’d basically have an idea what I looked like when that thought came to my mind. I was afraid. So I took my phone and readied it in case it was indeed a robber. As I was tiptoeing my way the downstairs, I heard a sound that a robber wouldn’t make.
It was a tiny squeaking noise.
OH NO! This would be more horrible than a robber! I just had mice exterminators and a rat came back.
But then I saw a brownish white tuft and a couple of legs struggling while being stuck underneath my couch. Oy! This doesn’t like a rat. It is too fluffy and cute!
I approached the struggling fellow and lifted the couch to release the trapped critter. It was a rabbit! And I don’t know whose rabbit it is? Poor fellow. Must have been scared. I tried to analyze the situation and realized that the rabbit must have entered through the door flap and something must have spooked it, which made it run all over the place… bumping with the furniture and eventually trapping itself.
I tried to approach the intruder. It was wary at the stranger but it wasn’t afraid. It must have been used to humans. This means, this is someone’s pet and definitely someone has to be looking for this fellow. I was torn. My conscience is telling me to find the owner but my mind is telling me not to. I want the rabbit! Maybe I’ll try posting lost pet posters down the street. If no one comes to claim the fellow, then this cute intruder would be mine.