Thursday, July 05, 2007

You Tell Me...

I have no idea how this happened. Had there been a camcorder set up in the house---just some interior surveillance equipment---we would all know. But we do not know. We cannot know. Yet, there has to be an explanation. A good one.

Last night I pulled into the carport after a very difficult 12 hour shift and the 18.2 mile drive out to the homestead. The sun had not yet set. The scorching heat of the whopping 87 (or so) degree day had begun to subside hours prior. It felt good to be home.

With a slam of the door to the Ford Exploder, I balanced my mail, my coffee mug, my keys, my camera. I ascended the seven steps to the back deck. And then I saw it.

You know how when something really out of place happens and your brain has to go somewhere within its experience to make sense out of something it has never reckoned with before? Yeah, that.

My first thought was that there was now a white lace curtain draped across the double pane sliding glass door. Who could have put that there? Not satisfied with this translation, my eyes continued to marshal data to my brain, but without any interpretation of what lay before them; something had been bizzarely altered. The entire door had been shattered and thousands of crazed avenues of refracted light spat out the beautiful contortions of a patterned report about a single, mysterious moment of chaos that had taken place when the tree fell in the woods and no one was there to hear it.

"All dressed up," and thinking possibly burglary in progress, I withdrew my sidearm and mini flashlight from their holstered perch on my utility belt. Very slowly, I opened the slider until I could see into my family room, just off the deck. The Bushnells I used the day before to determine if the deer in the yard was a doe or a buck lay inches from the door. I could see my old unstrung classical guitar---propped against the stereo speaker when I left for work in the morning---now lying on the carpet. Beyond the binocs, and just in front of the TV, was the displaced magnetic disk normally housed in the base of a magmount radio antenna. Beyond that, in the kitchen, were the shoes Cindra found for me at Goodwill two years ago. I had placed them the day before, shoulder to shoulder and neatly ready for my next slide into them after the work week. Now they looked like Sasquatch had tried them on, taken one step, and then dismounted from them where they now mocked me from their new configuration. Beyond the shoes, and under the dining room table, was my Yaesu FT-2500M 2 meter Ham radio with the 30 inch whip magnetic mount antenna still attached by the feed line. For those who don't savvy radio lingo, that's a cord.

And then just beyond the dining room table, in the little entry way, lay the explanation to what had happened. Oh---and did I mention I have a cat? Her name is Carmela.

I holstered my weapon and clicked off the flashlight.

But here's the big question: How did a wild baby bunny get into the house? The doors were secured. No windows were left open, save those with screens in place.

Apart from the as yet unsolved mystery of how the bunny got inside my house, this is what I have pieced together: First, the bunny was in the house. Second, Carmela saw the bunny in the house. Third, Carmela advanced on the bunny and the chase was on. During this chase, Carmela somehow interacted with the radio equipment. I am going to assume that she was under the computer table upon which rested that radio and from which dangled its many wires (power cord, linear amplifier cord, antenna cord--or to you who know radio lingo--the feed line). When she bolted for the bunny, she ran right through wires and caught them by her legs and or shoulders and then pulled the works along with the momentum of her hunt. The radio pulled the antenna, the antenna pulled the binoculars right smack into, and shattering, the window. Caught in the feed line to the antenna, Carmela panicked and then, tearing through the house, the magnet fell from its base.

There was no blood. No fur. Just disarray and a shattered 32X78 inch sheet of glass.

So, you tell me: How did the bunny get into the house?

Oh, and that deer the other morning. It was a doe. Fat with fawn. And yes, I am now really afraid...






















You have to admire Carmela's feigned feline insouciance. As if with a shrug she ever-so-cautiously approaches the guitar as if to say: "Hey, look at this. This is strange. I wonder what happened here."

62 Comments:

At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 2:25:00 AM PDT , Anonymous Brooke said...

The poor bunny! And I am not at all to see the damage Carmela was able to do chasing the bunny. So, how DID the bunny get in the house? Figure it out yet?

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 2:26:00 AM PDT , Anonymous Brooke said...

That should have read not at all surprised... left out the word surprised

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 7:17:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

BROOKE: I'm not at all you left that word out.

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 7:18:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

BROOKE: That should have read not at all surprised that you left out the word surprised.

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 7:23:00 AM PDT , Anonymous quilly said...

Poor bunny.

The cat is approaching the guitar so cautiously because she thinks it caused the entire scene, and she wants to make certain it is properly subdued.

You need a kitty cam.

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 7:30:00 AM PDT , Blogger mindy said...

that is the strangest story ever!!
what a mystery! at least you didn't find it boiling in a pot on the stove!!

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 7:57:00 AM PDT , Blogger goldennib said...

Do you have a magician's top hat in the house?

Is it possible one of your bunny slippers became real like The Velveteen Rabbit?

Did you follow the carrot trail?

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 8:07:00 AM PDT , Blogger lime said...

CRAZY!! i am betting if you had a video of the whole thing it would be most entertaining. poor bunny. i guess now you should post 'beware of guard cat' sings on your door. caremlla ain't letting nuthin get out alive!

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 8:27:00 AM PDT , Blogger Nana-g said...

Ok Gawpo, here is my theory on the bunny in the house:
Gawpo went out to truck to go to work, forgot something ran in really fast, got distracted by something (you pick), and bunny seeing coast was clear, door open and the pesky cat whom he had previously been stopped from thoroughly rummaging gawpo's house was no where to be seen! Thinking he had free rein of the house for the entire day bunny ran in and hid under the chair until Gawpo left for work - securing all doors and window save those with screens securely in place.
Now, doe a deer with fa fawn ready to be born, I would be way more careful leaving the slider open when you run into get something you forgot. Otherwise, you will be finding a new family hanging out in your place, and I am not thinking Carmela kitty will like them. At all.

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 8:34:00 AM PDT , Blogger ARM said...

CARMELLA!!!! First picture, ever.

Ok, on to the crime scene. I'm sitting here picturing the same scenario in my house. And I have determined that more than the sliding glass door would be broken. Geisha loves her some bunny. One spring she decided to attack a nest of baby bunnies. That sound a bunny makes? It's the scariest sound EVER!

I can only imagine how your heart was pounding and then the relief when you saw that it was just Carmela VS. Bunny Wabbit. And you told the story so well. AND, yes, just like a cat to be all curious about a gee-tar when they just ripped the house apart chasing a rabbit.

As for how he got in the house. Maybe when you left in the morning he decided to sneak in?

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 9:43:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

QUILLY: Yes! Brilliant!!! Kitty Kam it is. I'm ordering one today.

MINDY: Yikes! I never thought of that one. I gave it a proper ritual and re-introduced it's poor lifeless body back to the woods where it will nourish many souls built for the purpose.

NIBBY: I am getting so many great possibilities for the solution here. As for yours, I take my hat off to you. I picture Bullwinkle reaching in and saying, "Whoops. Don't know my own strength," or "Wrong hat."

LIME: Funny you should mention it. I have noticed her looking at me in a "large cat" sort of way each time I try to leave the house.

Nana-g: All good theory there. Something was open. That's for certain. I am intrigued by the lack of obvious trauma on the bunny. Maybe it keeled over from fright. Maybe it was playing opossum. But in a very stiff and cold way...

ARM: Oh, that is so terrible! She got into a nest of babies? Sheesh. Yes, I know that sound. It is like the shriek of a human baby, but worse. I think you and Nana-g have the solution. There had to have been a time when the door was open and the bunny got in. But all the doors have steps. I think Carmela got out at some point and retrieved that bunny.

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 11:29:00 AM PDT , Blogger somewhere joe said...

I guess Carmela wasn't very hungry.

I love the classic cat-diversion gambit - sniffing (in front of you of course) at the feral intruder guitar. 'oD

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 12:48:00 PM PDT , Anonymous Rhea said...

A very strange occurrence, indeed.

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 1:12:00 PM PDT , Blogger Blue the Spa Girl said...

Dat wabbit. Cwazy wabbit.
Carmela is keen to the thrill of the hunt. Typical feline fashion, once conquered, the kill is sniffed at unapprovingly.
They are so royal...cats are. And well, Carmy is no exception to the rule.
xo

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 1:14:00 PM PDT , Blogger LisaOceandreamer said...

I am absolutely gobsmacked at the results of "cat in pursuit of bunny" photos and description. First off, poor wee bunny, secondly I wonder if they can get in places like mice can as it doesn't look very large. I mean my cat can flatten herself to get under and through things...so you have to wonder, can a bunny? And if so WHERE since you can't seem to find a point of entry. This is all so very odd....dun dun dun CSI:Oregon!
My cat Daisy will do the same thing...that "what? where? who?" Vinnie Barbarino look as she checks out her aftermath!
I don't even have a pun for this one...I'm too amazed after all that theirs not a HARE out of place. (OK, I couldn't resist one teensy one)
XOXO Hugs and smooches!

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 2:14:00 PM PDT , Blogger Paul said...

Don't you feel violated walking into that?

Was there a proper burial?

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 2:30:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

SOMEWHERE JOE: I had forgotten about a mouse trap behind a door in the computer room. One evening, I see Carmela sauntering away with a living mouse, caught by the "hand" in the trap. There she went, trouncing across the carpet with mouse-in-trap in tow. I didn't let her show me what she was going to do with the mouse.

RHEA: Hello there! Yes. I was knocked off base. The mystery continues...

BLUE TSG: Carmy? You mean, Gawpy's cat? Uh-huh. She sure is a good actress. Like some Blues I know...

LISAOCEANDREAMUH!: Gobsmacked. Great word. Me too. Believe me, I looked. I couldn't find any possible POEs.

PAUL: Yes! I do feel violated. By my cat. And I must say that, after a short prayer over the deck rail, I hucked the carcass into the woods toward the utility of the forest.

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 3:44:00 PM PDT , Blogger Blue the Spa Girl said...

WTF????
Moi?????
You have GOT to be joking Gawpy. I am the real deal. I despise actresses.
And ACK-Tors!
xo

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 4:15:00 PM PDT , Blogger the grumble said...

Obviously:

The shattered glass was caused by the shock wave.

The shock wave was caused by the space ship as it buzzed directly over the house at supersonic speed.

The bunny was a mistake. The aliens intended to disguise their envoy as a local life-form, such that it would be inconspicuous.

The alien in charge of researching the disguise was an intern who just wanted to be partying through summer break with all his mates. He was lazy and made a bad choice.

The alien beamed directly into the house, at the precise coordinates from which the 2 metre radio signal had originated: the 30in whip antenna.

Carmela, who had been quietly strumming a tune, dropped the guitar and pounced.

Carmela may well have saved the entire future of humanity from alien enslavement.

 
At Friday, July 6, 2007 at 4:43:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

BLUE TSG: And once again, you have convinced me! See? As Austin Powers would say, pinky finger to corner of mouth: Riiggggghhhhtttt.....

You almost had me, too.

GRUMBLY-BUMBLY: Wow! It has all come together. Finally. This all makes just so much sense. THANK-YOU!

 
At Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 4:02:00 AM PDT , Blogger Pam Aries said...

OH my Lawdy Lawd! ..What a sight to come home to!!! Hey ..your detective work is worthy of CSI ! ha! But, alas the poor bunny...I love Carmela's innocent look at the geee-tar! ..PS: I learned to drive on a stick BUG too!

 
At Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 6:20:00 AM PDT , Blogger Enemy of the Republic said...

Lord, dude, you scared me. We had an attempted break in WHILE WE WERE HOME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY. I was pregnant too. I'm glad you had a weapon.

 
At Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 8:59:00 AM PDT , Blogger vicci said...

Awwwwww....dat poor bunny wabbit....Carmela is a cutie...and obviously doing her job.....I have to think about how the wittle bunny got into the house....I'm just glad it was NOT the doe.....she could really make a mess of things! I MISS you!

 
At Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 10:49:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

PAM ARIES: Yeah, it was a bit of a shock to see THAT. I feel bad for the bunny, too. Sad. I like bunnies. Especially widdle baby bunnies. I wonder how many of us learned in VWs???

ENEMY OF THE REPUBLIC: While in the HOUSE!?! What is it with some people? I don't get it. At all. How you could get borned and then grow up to hurt people, violate people. I like the attempted part. I was never a weapon guy, not until I got into the "biz."

VICCI: I am beginning to wonder if getting that feline was a wise choice. But I do love her company. Her and the fish. Mellow. MOST of the time! lol

 
At Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 12:37:00 PM PDT , Blogger singleton said...

Unbelievable! Is it good luck to have a rabbit in the house?

 
At Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 1:53:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

SINGLETON: Yes, it is. But not a DEAD one. lol!

 
At Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 4:20:00 PM PDT , Blogger Laurie said...

Oh mercy...what next?

If you didn't have photographic proof, I'd almost think you made this up.

Your cat is obviously doing her job. I hope you give her a raise, or at least some extra catnip (though that may be what started this whole thing).

I do feel sowwy for the itty bitty wabbit though. Sigh...

 
At Sunday, July 8, 2007 at 10:25:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

LAURIE, Darlin': Good point----she is, after all, just doing her job. That's what I try to tell people about all sorts of animals when they talk about similar situations. Coyotes don't get much love, do they? But they were here first.

 
At Sunday, July 8, 2007 at 9:20:00 PM PDT , Blogger AnnieElf said...

You've been invaded by the Mad Hatter and his sidekick the March Hare. They left a calling card and Carmela got confused. Poor bunny must have died of fright.

 
At Sunday, July 8, 2007 at 11:08:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

ANNIEELF: That's what I think. The poor bunny fainted. Now I'm looking for Alice to come out of the closet. Hmmmmm......

 
At Monday, July 9, 2007 at 3:34:00 AM PDT , Blogger bazza27 said...

run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run ,run aaaarrrggggh!

 
At Monday, July 9, 2007 at 10:11:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

BAZZA: Did you see how it made it to the door? So close. And yet.....

 
At Monday, July 9, 2007 at 10:55:00 AM PDT , Blogger Ps said...

There's always something dramatic happening when Gawpo is involved.Maybe the bunny just hopped in the last time you came intot he house--and was hiding till Carmela discovered him.

 
At Monday, July 9, 2007 at 12:00:00 PM PDT , Anonymous Annie's Other said...

Hi Jacob.

Don here. Do you have a basement? Does your house set above ground? Do you have undetected holes in your flooring, or in the outside wall of a kitchen cabinet or closet? Do you have a rabbit family in the attic? Do you even have an attic?

:)

 
At Monday, July 9, 2007 at 2:36:00 PM PDT , Blogger Claire said...

My cat once brought me the head of a baby bunny -that's right just the head. eewwww.
Well Carmela did what cats do, so you can't blame her. Poor bunny :(

 
At Monday, July 9, 2007 at 3:39:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

PS: First of all, I love what Satish said to his wife. I envy him and you. Second, this was certainly some drama! I'm thinking Carmela must have gotten out the one window that I did leave open the day prior, and then was inside as though nothing had happened when I got home. I have let her out before, but only after all the critters have gone to bed. These rare evening forays have resulted in my having to go outside and find her in the dark and drag her furry bottom back inside. But this is the only thing I can think of. This would mean that she went outside, scooped the baby bunny, brought the baby bunny back into the house with her when it was still alive, let the baby bunny go and then the next day the fight was on. I need that Kitty Cam!

ANNIE'S OTHER: Hi there, Don! I was just showing my mom and dad the picture of you and Annie at the Best Western in Newport. No basement; no attic; no holes. I am going to have to go with what I just suggested to Ps. Thank you for trouble shooting with me.

Oh, CLAIRE: So, what you are telling me is, you have a Sicilian kitty. And yes, it is her job and I don't blame her in the least. I just don't like what she did to the window I will now have to replace. And I do feel bad for the widdle bunny.

 
At Monday, July 9, 2007 at 5:20:00 PM PDT , Blogger Beth said...

That was a lot to read throught to get here! Now I forgot what I was going to say....

Oh, your cat is pretty. I don't think I have seen one like it.

 
At Monday, July 9, 2007 at 9:05:00 PM PDT , Blogger wyo said...

Amazing story, and fun to read, if somewhat disturbing. :\

Clearly the rabbit was a killer sort, as in Monty Python's Holy Grail, and your cat was bravely defending you.

Goodness only knows what that guitar's up to ... ;)

 
At Monday, July 9, 2007 at 10:41:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

BETH: Since your name actually means "house" in Hebrew, and this is about my house, I welcome you to the mystery. She is quite pretty. And I'm liking what WYO is saying.

WYO: I needed to hear this. Thank you. Come to think of it, that bunny did have a rather evil look in one of its dead eyes.

 
At Tuesday, July 10, 2007 at 12:00:00 AM PDT , Anonymous Oaty said...

I am not impressed. Why, I can bring in the entire litter and the mom in one afternoon.

Tell that to the kitty.

 
At Tuesday, July 10, 2007 at 12:06:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

OATY: The kitty is not amused. She says to tell you this: "And do we need to go public with that little 'flea problem' that we said would remain 'our little secret?'"

Whatever that means. This is between you two. Just don't break any more of my windows when the fur starts to fly.

 
At Tuesday, July 10, 2007 at 11:13:00 AM PDT , Anonymous Jackie said...

Okay, I think the only thing worse would have been to have NOT found the bunny. You'd have been scratching your head for a long time, trying to figure this out. LOL

 
At Tuesday, July 10, 2007 at 11:55:00 AM PDT , Blogger Diesel said...

The sad thing is that the first thing I thought when I read this was, "Is it the First already?"

I'm blogging too much.

 
At Tuesday, July 10, 2007 at 4:03:00 PM PDT , Anonymous Kat said...

That poor bunny, scared to death apparently...one awesome cat though, I bet she nagged you all night to tidy up that mess, pretending the whole time that she hadn't made it.

 
At Tuesday, July 10, 2007 at 5:20:00 PM PDT , Blogger Beth said...

Thanks you I hope to visit often and that the mystery of your beth is solved.

My step grandmother was a Jewess. She lived to tell me that I should be Bethel, the House of the Lord... instead of Elizabeth "God is my oath". Question... If Beth means house in Hebrew....and names like Bethel, and Bethelham have to do with houses, where did they come up with Elizabeth meaning that God is my oath?

I have been stummed but that why ever since I have been studying words.

 
At Wednesday, July 11, 2007 at 11:11:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

JACKIE: Good point, Jackie, mother of Cindra and many other things. I would have SMELLED that mystery for months! lol

DIESEL: Your capacity for sympathy and understanding astounds. Not only that, you mark time well and that is the sign of a great civilizationer. (wuh?) I made that word up and am adding it to the Gawpoean dictionary. Like the word "picturer" which I am now using to supplant the meaningless word, "camera."

KAT: Yes, indeed. I now have all my hunting buddies knocking at my door wanting to borrow her!

BETH: Yes, this is indeed the beth of many mysteries! Answer: Elizabeth means "house of God." You bought into that oath thing? Your logic prevails, Ms. House. "El" is the word for God that the Eloists used. The Yahwists, of course, used that other one. Can you imagine being called "Yawehzabeth?" Almost sounds like something Elmer Fudd would say.

So, I am not sure what your grandmother was drawing upon to be throwing the word "oath" in there???

Oh, and that song is one of my favorites: "Our Beth, is a very, very, very fine Beth. With two bunny-killing-in-the-beth cats in the yard. Life used to be so har-ar-ard. Now everything is easy cuz of you...."

 
At Wednesday, July 11, 2007 at 12:43:00 PM PDT , Blogger Katie McKenna said...

You always appear to live on the edge Gawpo!

I'm an glad to hear that you were not robbed! At least you know you''l be protected from raiding rabbits!

Cheers!

 
At Wednesday, July 11, 2007 at 1:13:00 PM PDT , Blogger Candace said...

Poor little bunny. :( Carmella sure is a pretty kitty, though.

I think I know where the bunny came from. Judging by the looks of things, I think Carmella knows, too. Have you checked inside the guitar for another one yet? ;)

 
At Wednesday, July 11, 2007 at 1:46:00 PM PDT , Blogger Paul said...

I'm guessing that your friendly insurance agent could care less about how, or why, the bunny aggravated the kitty.

How many hours to you have to labor to replace the back door?

 
At Wednesday, July 11, 2007 at 3:50:00 PM PDT , Blogger Daniel H. Schluckebier said...

Hmmm, I bet that wasn't what you had planned to run into at the end of ur day. Funny the way life is,we all don't expect much or sometimes we expect a little too much...

Got to say that I felt a little soft hearted for the bunny and the kitty.
(How often does a kitty see a bunny running around?)

Much like Tom and Jerry

 
At Wednesday, July 11, 2007 at 3:56:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

KATIE: Yes! lol I often speak of my liminal existence. I had no way of knowing my kitty was anti-bunny-burglary able. The price of her rescue from the animal shelter was worth that alone.

CANDACIA: Gulp. No, I haven't. But now I am afraid to look in there. I have a Narnian guitar. Yikes!!!

PAUL: I haven't even called the insurance lady. Wonder if I should. Think that's covered? I will give her a call. Haven't even begun the search for the new door. A single pane is good for now, I guess.

DANIEL: Welcome! Not what I had expected. No. And such a surprise!

More like Tom and Bugs, huh?

 
At Wednesday, July 11, 2007 at 11:32:00 PM PDT , Blogger Ps said...

AH yes--a kitty cam sounds like a good idea.I was logged in to yahoo messenger today.Was hoping you would be online..Will catch up one of these days--when you are a little less busy!

 
At Thursday, July 12, 2007 at 12:09:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

PS: And I will try you there soon. Back to work for three days and then off to join the parents and one sister and her family in the San Juans. Center Island. I leave Sunday. No internet service for six days. I will surely be lost. So we will need to talk prior.

 
At Thursday, July 12, 2007 at 4:10:00 PM PDT , Blogger Pam Aries said...

Ohhh..I was wondering what happened to you! I was looking forward to seeing what you were up to! Guess I'll have to wait!

 
At Thursday, July 12, 2007 at 5:31:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

PAM ARIES: Dang! Now I have THREE wonderful post-naggers to keep me motivated. I love the attention, so please take that as the highest of complements. I just get all bogged down with insignificant stuff like living. I love that you came here to see, Pammers!!! Something soon for sure. xo--G

(hooty hoo!!!)

 
At Thursday, July 12, 2007 at 8:12:00 PM PDT , Blogger ARM said...

*clears throat*

Hi Gawpo. Carmella sure is cute and all, but I think she wants you to write a new post so she can stop feeling so bad about being a murderess.

 
At Thursday, July 12, 2007 at 8:13:00 PM PDT , Blogger ARM said...

And I apologize for spelling her name incorrectly. My grandmother's name was spelled with two l's, so that's why I'm doing it.

 
At Friday, July 13, 2007 at 12:33:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

ARM: Deary, deary, deary, deary, dear. (Blazing Saddles) Yes. You are right. I never stopped to look at it like that. You are so right. I need to get me a woman in my life for to encourage me along the path of progress. I tend to stagnate and, in so doing, bring undue scrutiny to said one "l"'ed Cat. That's how the animal shelter spelled it. Speled it, I mean. Yeah.

Thank you, oh, great guiding force. I love that you prod and nudge.

 
At Friday, July 13, 2007 at 7:58:00 AM PDT , Blogger LisaOceandreamer said...

I was just popping round to see what's what and I see you're going on a vaca! Well how fun! Six days, no internet means NO you for longer. :(
Enjoy sweet Gawpo, enjoy!!
XOXOXOXO

 
At Friday, July 13, 2007 at 11:01:00 AM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

LISAOCEANDREAMUH!: Yes, a lovely little chunck of time with the family in a most majestic of settings. I am not looking forward to no internet. I wonder if I could use a public library in Friday Harbor. But still, no access to my pictures. Dang. Sigh.

But thank you for saying bon voyage, Leeeesa! xoxoxoxoxoXO! G

 
At Sunday, August 12, 2007 at 9:26:00 AM PDT , Anonymous catnapping said...

Maybe the bunny was already in the house,from earlier that day or even the day before...?

...or maybe she was beamed in there.

 
At Monday, August 13, 2007 at 7:41:00 PM PDT , Blogger Gawpo said...

CATNAPPING: I love that you are catting around here. And I love your orb and pointy art. As for the bunny...I think you are correct. I don't how it could have happened, but that critter got into the house, probably the day prior to the "scene."

 

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