It was just another quiet morning, until I heard my cat meowing loudly at the back door — the kind of meow that means, “I’ve brought you something.”
I opened the door, expecting a leaf or maybe a bug. But there it was… a tiny baby bunny, cradled gently in my cat’s mouth. Not a scratch on it — just wide eyes and trembling paws.
At first, I was shocked. Then I noticed something that broke my heart: the bunny’s leg was twisted, clearly injured. It wasn’t moving right. I could tell it was scared. My cat, surprisingly, sat nearby watching quietly, almost like she knew this wasn’t a trophy — this was something that needed help.
I scooped the bunny up in a towel and held it close, whispering softly as if it could understand. My heart ached. I didn’t know where it came from, or how it got hurt, but I knew I couldn’t just do nothing.
I called a wildlife rehab center and brought it in. They said the injury looked bad, but they’d do everything they could to help it heal.
I left the bunny in safe hands, but I still think about it. That little life, brought to my doorstep by a cat with a soft mouth and, somehow, a soft heart.
Sometimes nature is cruel — and sometimes, it asks us to be kind in return.
