Sam hadn’t moved in hours. I touched him with my foot to see if he was still alive. He opened his eyes, blinked at me, and shut them again. He was stretched out in the plaid chair under the window. The sunlight through the blinds created shadows on his small body.
Archie, the bunny lay under the chair. His beady eyes stared out at me. Sam hadn’t touched him in days. A jolt of worry crossed my mind, but I ignored it. I was good at that.
Billy came home from work and asked, “What’s wrong with Sam?”
I shrugged and continued nuking our dinners. Sam wandered in and Billy picked him, holding him up to his shoulder. It wasn’t long before we both heard snoring.
“Maybe it’s time to take him to the doctor.” Billy motioned to Sam with his head, concern flickering in his brown eyes.
I shook my head. “Nah, he’ll be fine. He’s just lazy.”
The next day, I found Sam sleeping in the tub. Now, this concerned me. I don’t like taking a bath after Sam’s been in tub. His hair gets all over the place. It was time to do something. I figured it was all Archie’s fault.
I dragged Archie out from under the chair. He squealed as I held him. We drove to the store.
Once inside, I said, “Archie isn’t working anymore. I need to get rid of him.”
The man at the counter said, “No, you don’t. I can fix him up just fine.”
Archie squealed even louder as the man took hold of him and disappeared behind the curtains. After about ten minutes, the man came back.
He smiled at me and said, “I put some stuff in Archie’s tummy. As he handed the bunny back to me, I noticed he was fatter.
When I paid, the man said, “Sam will be happy now.”
“I hope so. I’ve been tempted to trade him in for a more active one.”
The man eyes widened. “Don’t do that. Sam’s a good boy. The bunny will get him moving again.”
I smiled and said, “He’d better. See you next time.”
“I hope so.” The man gave me a worried look as I turned and walked out the door,
At home, Sam had moved from the tub back to the chair under the window. This time he didn’t even bother to open his eyes when I walked in.
He was lying on his back, fat and content. I pulled out Archie, squeezing him so he’d squeal and gave him a shake or two.
Sam’s nose twitched. Then it twitched again. His eyes popped open. He rolled over, stood and stretched. He got off the chair, stared at me and waited.
I didn’t disappoint him. I tossed Archie high into the air. His bunny ears flopped around. Sam caught him midair with his nails.
He brought him down and rolled on the floor, kicking that poor bunny with his back feet over and over again. After a few minutes, he picked up Archie in his mouth and dashed around the house. Six hours later, Sam was still playing.
Billy came home, popped the top off of a beer and said, “That’s the craziest cat I know, but he sure does love his catnip toy.”
We watched as Sam sniffed Archie while holding the orange bunny tightly in his paws. I swear that cat smiled.
This isn’t Sam. It’s Aggie, but that was her catnip orange toy bunny or maybe it was supposed to be a mouse with very long ears. She loved it either way.
Unfortunately, Orange Bunny-Mouse met its demise when a little dog of a friend found it. All we found was a few pieces of orange cloth and a bunch of stuffing:~)
Aggie now has a yellow banana with catnip in it. It’s one of her favorite toys.