Bunny Marco Polo

Another great explorer joins the annals of history!

We brought a baby inside to treat it for an eye infection. You'd think a large  plastic storage tub could hold a bunny less than two months old. It certainly looked deep enough! Never underestimte the wanderlust factor in a rabbit, especially one getting eyedrops. 

Last night we came home to an empty tub. No sight of the bunny anywhere, but a cold trail of "rabbit raisins" strewn across my desk. "Yoo hoo, Bunny!" No answer. She's not in the corners under the desk, not in the closet, not behind the large plant, and not in the pantry shelves. Shake the food dish? No answer.

Sooner or later someone hears the call of nature and treks to the bathroom. Who is huddled next to the potty? White rabbit in camoflage, that's who! How long was she there? Who knows. A regular miracle with five cats in the house roaming free. Like Peter Rabbit she squeezed under the gate (door). "Lipptey  lippety" up the hall she went. Had she gone to the bedroom, site of kitty afternoon naps, the story may have ended differently.

Cured, with eyes shiny bright and back to normal, the great rabbit explorer found herself snatched up and delivered back to her littermates outside. I wonder, what tales did she tell of the Tub of Isolation and her journey to the Great Porcelain Ediface?