Reminds me of what my ma would tell me. when she was a little girl, grandma liked to cook rabbit. now granddad would never eat it and when it was served he would go.. Meow.. meow. as it looked like a cat before it was cooked.Reminds me of my childhood.
When I was a youngster, we used to go to my Grandma's house for Easter every year. Every year was the same thing: My Grandma's husband would always tell my cousins and I that he bagged a rabbit that was running around the yard carrying a few baskets full of candy and we were having it for dinner that night........................... and we always did have rabbit for Easter Dinner.
Ray