Good Times

We had to take Anastasia to a birthday party yesterday in a very pretty, quiet neighborhood. I have to mention that my husband hates to have any attention drawn to him. He doesn't like to make a fuss or get noticed in any way. This puts him at a big disadvantage in our family since someone is usually having a PDC (public display of craziness).

So, we're driving through this serene neighborhood when I spotted an atrocity. A cat was attacking a baby bunny. I slammed on the brakes and screamed, "Save the bunny!!!!"

My husband paused for a quick look around to access the level of humiliation he was about to encounter. He then slid quietly out of the car and surreptitiously shooed the cat away a few inches. He thought that would be enough.

"Well, we tried." he sighed, knowing this was not the end.

As the cat continued to pursue it's fluffy prey, I leaped from the car and streaked after the bunny, zig-zagging through manicured lawns and flowers and people. Yes, the neighbors were starting to come out of their houses to see the crazy woman chasing a cat. A dog started to chase me, and my husband was following after me in the car. Kids were cheering. It was a real parade.

I finally got the bunny cornered. That's when my husband was really heroic. Despite all the people around, he got out of the car and picked up the bunny.

The cat hung his head in shame.

I like to think we gave the neighbors something to talk about.

My hero.