Friday, April 27, 2012


Last year I made a post on the girls experience with seeing the cat catch and eat an animal. In the time since that post much, apparently much has changed with the girls This past week as I was getting their breakfast ready I heard them cry "Bunny, Bunny" and looked out the back door to see our cat about to eat a small rabbit. I was even able to record some of their glee and excitement over this gruesome ordeal.
(Warning: Below video features blood, guts, and the dismembering of a helpless but dead animal)

At first, I thought this was a one time thing but that idea lasted until the next morning. Sunday morning was warm so we ate outside and once again Moonbeam had a rabbit. I was then promptly regalled with the following girlish phrases:
"Take it off, Take if off" - Referring the rabbits fur.
"Take it out, Take it out" - Referring to his eyeballs.
Monday morning brought much mourning from the girls when they realized the cat did not have a rabbit to eat while they had breakfast.

I thought I was raising girls, I really did. I do not know where they learned violent nature so it must be ingrained in pink.

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