On my way out to work this morning I catch a glimpse of something in the corner by my piano. I walk closer and as I get closer my horror increases. I see patches of fur, guts, and blood smeared on the floorboards. A dead rabbit. Yes. Now, I live in the suburbs of Seattle where they have conveniently for man–inconveniently for wildlife placed a bedroom community. Deer come into the backyard to graze and cougars , bobcats, and coyotes are not too far away. I have two cats who have thrived, it seems, in this new environment. About three weeks ago one of my cats brought in a mouse. A week later, another mouse. This time they’ve gone too far. They have allowed their feral instincts to overcome them and they have become wild. WILD. They picked off a rabbit and drug it in through the back window and probably would have brought it upstairs if they could. I understand the whole "circle of life" thing..yeah yeah…but I can’t have dead carcasses in my house. I just can’t. the circle stops here….