This little fella was in the JAWS. The JAWS OF TERROR. Kitty had him in his mouth, was walking onto his platform of pain (the back porch) and was getting ready to have himself a bunny breakfast. Fortunately for little bunny, I heard him squeal. I took him out of the cat's mouth and relocated him to a happier, friendlier place in the neighborhood.
He thanked me by showing me his tail side.
