Bunny rabbits and kitty cats just don't mix.
On Monday, Porgie and I were walking out to my car, when I spotted a little lump of flesh on the sidewalk. As we got closer, I could tell that this helpless creature was a baby bunny. A tiny newborn baby bunny. A bunny whose eyes were still sealed shut. A bunny whose stumpy umbilical cord was still attached.
The bunny was laying in the sweltering sun, breathing heavily. I quickly took Porgie back in the house and came back out to save the bunny from the unbearable summer heat. I picked the little baby up, and it instantly squealed. Then it opened its mouth, ready for food. Food that I could not offer.
The bunny was in bad shape. It had bit marks on it's back, head, and belly. Obviously, one of my cats had attacked it during the night. I took the little bunny in the house and applied a triple antibiotic to it's wounds. Then I found a 1 cc syringe and proceeded to rehydrate the bunny with pedialyte. I placed the bunny in small animal cage, with a blanket. I put the cage on our deck, so the bunny would stay warm.
Every two hours, I feed the baby more pedialyte. When John got home from work, he took the bunny to a wildlife rehabilitator. I was sad to see the bunny go. I hope that someone is taking good care of him/her.
In college, I worked at a little pet store. During my many years at this store, I had the opportunity to rehabilitate numerous baby squirrels - a very rewarding and beautiful experience. If I could do anything in the world (without concern about money), I would rehab orphaned baby animals.