False alarm

I really did a number on Mom last night! It was time to go up to bed, and I was nowhere to be found. Normally I am right there at Mom's feet begging for my night-night goodie, but not last night. She found me huddled behind the sofa, looking miserable. She tried to tempt me with a grape, and then a cherry. I LOVE cherries. But I wouldn't touch any of it. Then Mom knew we were in trouble.

She made a valiant attempt to syringe feed me simethicone, but I wasn't cooperating. I ended up wearing most of it. Kenzie knew something was afoot, and started thumping up a storm. I kept huddling. Mom kept fretting. I'm a senior bun now, and Mom tends to be a little overprotective. It's not like I'm FRAIL or anything, but try to tell HER that. So she hadn't seen me eat or drink anything all evening. That's no reason to PANIC.

And of course it's the middle of the night, and it's raining cats and dogs, and procrastinating Mom's gas tank's just about on E. She called the emergency vet here in town, but they didn't have a rabbit doctor on staff. Mom had to call the ER in Novi, a half hour's drive away, and tell them she was bringing me in, and she had to get directions, because she didn't know where she was going, and she was terrified about driving all that way in the dark, with a sick bunny, and the freeway was under construction, and who likes to drive through construction, especially in the middle of the night with a sick bunny? and so Mom was in quite a mental state.

But there was nothing to be done except take me in, so she got dressed and found her Visa card, and grabbed our carrier and dragged it into the bedroom to pack me and Kenzie up, and what do you think she saw? Me, sitting in my pen, scarfing down lettuce and looking for all the world like a peaceful, happy little bun. 

Mom will tell you she was relieved. That it was the most beautiful sight she'd ever witnessed. That she wanted to scoop me up and give me all kinds of hugs and kisses. But what she SAID was something along the lines of "FREDDIE, I'm going to THROTTLE you! How could you put me through that!" and so on. She got back into her PJs, and put the carrier away, and thanked God that she didn't have to go out into the storm. And I munched away happily, cuddled up with my Kenzie, trying hard not to laugh at the sight of Mom tearing her hair out. She does tend to get worked up about things.