A common ritual around my house is for our cats to make a run for the door when the kid leaves for school in the morning. Typically, they squat on the cold porch and complain to us about the temperature outside, and it does not take too much to coax them back inside. (They are essentially full-time indoor cats.) However, occasionally they will see something intriguing and the instincts take over. Then it can get interesting.
This morning, when it was -13 outside, they both sat on the doormat as usual. However, then one of them suddenly crouched down and scuttled towards the street, having seen something of interest. I followed her out and saw that she was nearly at the street, approaching a large white rabbit. At that moment, a large raptor (either owl or hawk) swooped down to grab the rabbit, but the presence of our cat and my own sudden appearance distracted it, allowing the rabbit to escape. The cat realized she had just had a brush with doom, and quickly ran back inside.
I wonder if that rabbit realizes it owes its life to the little cat (probably smaller than the rabbit) that was pretending it was a predator?
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