B came in and asked if I wanted a baby rabbit. At first, I thought he’d found a dead one and was just being mean, but the lawn care guys must have flushed a nest, and this little dude was huddled next to a pipe on the side of the building. He’s a fast little bastard, but I eventually caught him on the railroad tracks, and got him in a box to bring him home. I waited a while, then when I came outside, all four cats were where I could see them, and I took a chance. He’s a double handful, and his white forehead blaze is gone, so I’d say he’s old enough to be on his own. I turned him loose in the brush pile, and gave him a little poke in the butt to drive him farther in. Hopefully, the cats will hang around the house, waiting for P to get home and feed them.