Last night, while I was on the train trip from Hell, my cat found a young rabbit. My wife was home and managed to prevent the half-feral asshole from killing it in the house and put it in a quiet spot in the yard; hoping for the best.

This morning it was still breathbg.

She had to leave early but asked me to handle it. I tried giving it some water with a straw, and I didn’t see any obvious injury, but he laid there breathing hard.

So I put on my welding gloves and got a plastic grocery bag. I gently picked it up and cradled it in the bag until it stopped moving.

I am a monster. Hate me.

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[–] -1 points 1 month ago

You are a monster, but only because you let your cat out.

Rabbits (and small prey animals in general) try to hide their injuries. Rabbits are basically as much lean muscle as nature can fit on the lightest and most delicate skeleton, they can snap their own spines from the momentum of their hind legs if they kick against the air hard enough. This animal probably had a debilitating injury, and you saved it from being another cat's torture puppet for a few hours, or from dying of exposure over the next few days.

If you feel really bad about what happened, keep your car indoors. There are plenty of rabbits out in the wild, and you cat will get another one, and you'll need to do this again and again.

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