The great outdoors has its oddities, among them a tomcat in the more or less civilized town of Mamaroneck a few miles north of New York City.
Last week Mr. and Mrs. Ray Bull were startled to see their cat Pepper march into the house lugging a wailing but unharmed baby rabbit. Unaccustomed to dealing with wildlife, they relieved Pepper of the cottontail, popped it into a shoe box and gave Pepper a severe dressing down. Unimpressed, Pepper sauntered out the next morning and returned shortly with another bunny. This required another shoe box, and in the bustle Pepper returned with his third rabbit. At wits' end and fast running out of shoe boxes, the Bulls hailed the local SPCA, but before it could intercede Pepper had produced rabbit number four, and a neighbor had taken over the waifs from a bewildered but thankful Bull family. That should be the end of an intriguing tale, but a day later Pepper presented the Bulls with a fifth rabbit. As usual they clapped it in a shoe box and shunted it neighborward. All five bunnies are now thriving, but one Mamaroneck citizen was heard to mutter: "That cat could use a good psychoanalyst."