Okay, I don’t think I’d call me a hero or anything like that. Although I did save a life.
Maybe something like Good Samaritan. Good Samaritan, who’s hem of his dirty robe you are not fit to even consider thinking about wondering if you should touch.
Or maybe I’m getting grandiose again. I’ll tell the story and let you dudes make the call.
The other day I was working in the driveway of Casa de Dude, which ends in some short grass which runs into a pretty tree-ful and wild backyard. As I’m working, I hear a tinkling coming from behind, but I ignore it. I’m too big to get attacked by the cats living around here.
What I should have realized is that I’m not the only person living around here. The orange cat, Nari (who putatively belongs to Sarcasmo) walked around a corner holding something furry and still in his mouth. At first, I thought it was a chipmunk, but it was too large. Then I thought it was a squirrel, the tail already bitten off and I was ecstatic. I really don’t like squirrels.
As proud of himself as Nari was, there was no way he would let go any opportunity to show off. Which meant his next move was to drop the maybe-tailless squirrel and let me get a good eyeful.
Which was when I realized it was, in fact, a rabbit.
Just about that time, the rabbit realized that Nari had stopped hugging it with his teeth and took off. Unfortunately, it took off into the garage. Nari chased after. And I chased after Nari.
The cat caught that rabbit a couple of times, swatted it left and right, and then let the rabbit keep running. I think Nari was having more fun chasing the rabbit than having already caught it.
Eventually, the rabbit fetched up in an empty shelf of our wall unit, which used to be inside the house, but now serves junk-holding duties out in the garage. I managed to keep Nari out of the way for a bit and grabbed the furry bunny.
It was soooo sooooffffftttttt. It was a pretty bunny, George.
Carrying the very still bunny to the house door, I let Nari inside, quickly closed the door and then speed-walked toward the woods from which the bunny came. Once I was deep enough into the weeds, I stopped struggling to hold the hoppity fellow and let it loose. The brown bunny scampered off in a hurry, leaving me to wonder how it could have been captured by a belled cat if it was that fast.
So there it is. Another life saved. My second rabbit. Hero? Good Samaritan? Schlub?
You dudes make the call.