This past weekend Laura and I traveled up to my parents house for a little visit. We had to gather the two cats that we had stowed up there while we were on vacation. We left on Thursday night and arrived at my parents house around 11:00pm. It was a long train ride, and to make it worse, I decided that it would be a good idea for me to bring along all my dirty laundry from the vacation and whatever else I could find around the apartment. So I used this gargantuan bag that Laura has and loaded the bastard up. It must have been around 60 lbs. It was packed. So anyway, we get up there and relaxed on Thursday night.
Friday was uneventful, but that was about to change. Laura and I were sitting in my parents living room, watching some TV and there was a terrible screeching sound coming from right outside the window. Growing up in the "country" I was accustomed to the shrill cries of a baby rabbit whose neck is being crushed in the lovable jaws of my large orange cat, Gus. Knowing that if I were to quickly get up, I could get to the rabbit before Gus administered the death blow, so I ran outside to see if I could save the tiny bunny. Upon opening the door, sure enough, there was Gus, tiny brown rabbit dangling from his jaws. Gus happily handed over his prize to me so that I could examine the scared rabbit. At first, the little guy was thrashing around, obviously scared that he was plucked from his nest and brought to the house. Then he calmed down a little bit and stopped flailing about.
"Hey Laura, come out here and see the Bunny...he's super cute"
"Is it hurt"
"No...he's fine..." I yelled back.
Right at that moment, I noticed a small drop of blood on the back of the little guy's neck. Seeing that I kind of thought that it wasn't a good sign. Gus doesn't have the sharpest teeth, so to cause a puncture wound, he must have been biting pretty hard. But other than that tiny little spot of blood, I didn't see any other damage.
Just then Laura stepped out of the door. Simultaneously the small ball of fur fell to his side in my hand and he jaw fell wide open. You could hear the gasp as he rhythmically opened and closed his mouth, trying to such some air into his tiny little bunny lungs. It wasn't much use.
Laura, choking back tears "Why would you show me that? What the hell is wrong with you?!"
"I though he was okay... he was sitting up a minute ago"
"He's obviously not fucking okay!"
So the lesson here is: When you find a small animal in the jaws of a predator, just let it go...and definitely don't bring it to the attention of your girlfriend.

On Saturday, Laura and I decided that it was time to go. It was a rainy weekend so my parents house wasn't exactly the best place to be, seeing as how the main appeal in going up there is to go and do things outside. So Saturday morning we boarded the train. While we were waiting on the platform, I purchased tickets with little time to spare, and we quickly jumped onto the train. Our trip back to New York City was even more strained than the trip up because in addition to my colossally huge bag of now clean clothes, we also had two cat carriers. Luckily one of them is a soft bag, so you can just sling it over your shoulder.
Once we moved our whole entourage onto the train, I came to the realization that the $28 worth of train tickets that I just bought were sitting in the ticket vending machine at the platform. For some reason... I decided to pay for them and forget to take them. After a quick talk with the ever pleasant New Jersey Transit conductor, he allowed me to get off at the next stop and purchase another set of tickets....what a nice guy.
As a treat for our cats, Laura and I wanted to bring some catnip down to plant in the planter outside of our house. So my mother dug up a little bit of it, and we diligently carried the catnip, roots, dirt and all, down to our apartment in Brooklyn. We used a nice planter that we have outside to plant the catnip and I'm not going to lie... we were mighty proud of ourselves.

So the following morning I went out to check on the catnip and see if the leaves had bounced back from the damage they had sustained during travel, and to my delight the had. The plant was looking quite healthy and in the mood to bear our cats many trips into ecstasy.
So today I went outside to talk on the phone and I saw it. Carnage. If you have ever seen "The Christmas Story", then you will understand how my planter looked, because I felt like a pack of dogs had just trampled my precious catnip as if it were a Christmas Turkey. Turns out a pack of roving Brooklyn stray cats had come and gotten a quick fix on the young damaged plant. I swear...it's like a battlefield out there.