Lauren was quite fond of a little bunny puppet. After twenty years of neglect, it fell victim to a vicious attack. 
Guess who won.
I walked out of my room to find the bunny in the death grip of Strat. They were rolling all over the floor. I caught some brutal shots but decided to keep it mild on the blog. There was one blurry one with the kitten's paw outstretched after the bunny had just been kitty-slapped, or Strat-slapped. 
