He's back

We'd been worried, it's a jungle out there.

But the rabbit/hare hybrid we have been nurturing has returned for some pumpkin seeds, so all is good. Just in time for the snowstorm.

Catsitting for neighbours, so Ottawacker Jr. and I went over and did the necessary, and took advantage of their table-tennis table. The usual victories over the midget ensued, until the final game. There he rose up and smote the overbearing tyrant that is his father. A first victory and one which he enjoyed with the utmost grace, only dancig around the table twice and smacking my arse with the said paddle once. 

Enjoy your victory, little one... for tomorrow, vengeance shall be mine.