The blinds on the sliding glass door are open, and Angus is crouched down, watching, very intent, on…a bunny.

It’s an enormous stringy rabbit with big eyes, roughly the same size as Angus, and the cat isn’t quite sure if he wasn’t to go outside and beat it up, or stay inside just in case it decides to beat HIM up. He’s crouched under the papasan chair frame, in his favorite little wicker bunker, just in case the bunny decides to do anything terrible, like come through the glass.

Meanwhile Ben, who fears neither god nor rabbit, is sacked out on the bed in a large puddle of tabby, oblivious to the drama in the next room.