Karnage loved tunnels. The cat tunnel that Mickey now uses was originally his, and I used to buy tunnels made out of heavy cardboard for him to chew on as well as run through. I also used to make tunnels for him by popping the bottom out of the tube-like containers of Quaker Oats, and that worked as well.
That is, until one day when I woke up to this:
Nope, that's not a Dutchie. That's a rabbit in a cardboard corset.
Yes, I am a bad bunneh-mom, I laughed AND took pics.
Apparently Karnage had not let the fact that he had chewed the Quaker Oats tube down to next to nothing deter him from trying to go through it one more time. It had clearly gone easily over his head and front feet, but there was no-way-no-how he was going to get his big back legs through it.
After documenting his error in judgment for posterity, I got out the scissors and very carefully cut the cardboard off of him. Needless to say, the only damage was to his pride--but I got a day's worth of Bunny Butt O'Snub and Dread Glare O'Sulk. After that, there were no more Quaker Oats tunnels, and all cardboard tunnels were checked to make sure they were suitably wide enough to keep from becoming waist ornaments.
So Mario, please don't feel bad that you got yourself in such a predicament--and I hope you've forgiven your mom as well.
As for Mr. Mick, he is doing very well after a recurrence of his not-eating and more trips to the vet. I will post details very soon--I just had to share this story first. :)