OK, total breaking news here.
Mileva caught a rabbit.
Kevin was supervising the outing, so I don’t know any particulars. But she wandered off, and then she came trotting up the sidewalk dragging a dead bunny.
She was rather miffed that he didn’t let her bring it in the house. She did allow him to part her from the bunny on the porch. Kevin then removed the bunny to somewhere else.
We’ll never know if this is Mileva’s Triumph or Mileva’s Fortunate Discovery. But either way – Mileva caught a rabbit.
We are so proud.
Well, I am so proud. Kevin, not so much. He, after all, is the one who had to deal with the body.
To the great hunter, Mileva,
We heard about your hunting prowess and are impressed. We have caused the loud, messy birds that infest the trees to take flight in panic and have harried the nut bearing squirrels who invade our yard; their day will come. We were greatly distressed to hear of the theft of your trophy but it was almost to be expected. What else would you expect from those who would take you from your nice, warm, comfortable home, cram you into a small, dark, scary box and take you to That Place where unspeakable things are done to you. Be brave and continue the hunt; we are in your corner even though we are miles apart. Remember when our ancestors ruled the plains and the two legged tailess ones were afraid of us. Our day will come.
Tails High sister,
Zoe, Bruce and Penelope
(dictated to Luke)