When a Bunny & Pussy meet...

Although the title may conjure up bizarre images of walking vaginas, distressing bestiality and/or raunchy sexual acts only found on porn sites more focused on smut than grammar, I can assure you this entry is about none of the above. It's exactly as the title states, what happens when a bunny meets a pussy? The bunny thumps the pussy. Now what on earth were you sick fucks thinking?

Getting off the cab and fumbling for my keys, I was about to shoo away the two ginger-cream coloured pussies stalking outside the gate when I realised the fat pussy was actually a fluffy bunny of the same colour. The pussy was eyeing the oblivious bunny, slinking all around the bunny which merrily continued nibbling the grass patch.

Worried that the pussy would maul that poor little furry bunny, I tried to startle the two to no avail. The pussy was too intent on stalking the bunny and the bunny was equally indifferent. This concern proved to be unfounded. Poor pussy couldn't figure out whether the bunny was a mutated rat of sorts and was often startled into flight by the bunny's sudden hops.



Bewildered by this large furry hopping rat, the pussy stalked off to one corner to continue its observation. The bunny as you can obviously see couldn't care less.

Soon the pussy finally stopped being so much of a pussy and decided to stalk the bunny, circling an entire round before approaching once again from the back. Midway through its catwalk, the bunny made a sudden scampering turn which startled the pussy..again.



The bunny soon got bored of staring down the boring pussy and returned its attention to the succulent blades of grass and moss before it. Emboldened, the pussy plucked up enough courage and slinked right up to the nonchalant bunny. Whereupon the pussy sniffed the bunny's butt. Or at least the pussy looked like it was doing so which was a bit hard to tell because its nose was burrowed somewhere under the bunny's tail. Whereupon the pussy was rewarded with a thump in the face by the bunny. True to its nature, the pussy gave a startled cry and took off, a pale streak fleeing down the street, the only indication of its encounter with a demonic mutated rat.



Leaving the bunny the undisputed champion of the turf.

For all of 2 mins, before I shooed it back to its rightful home, 2 doors up. Moral of the story? Bunnies always own pussies, not vice versa, and in all senses of the word. Haha, couldn't resist.