BULLET, CHAPTER 21 & 22

This morning my cat brought in a baby bunny. His eyes and ears are closed and he fits in my hand. He also has puncture wounds due to cat teeth. I have him in a box lined with towels at a suitable temperature and will be picking up Kitten Milk Replacer at the pet store soon, but I'm not hopeful at all regarding his survival. Of course, this happens not when I am jobless and have all hours free, but on the day just after I have started a trial run at a horse tack store that will determine if they hire me or not, and they may have me there today, probably for seven hours, in which the bunny will definitely die if I'm not there to feed him.

fucking. brilliant.
( BULLET, CHAPTER 21 & 22 )