Vindex is taking the part of a senator who has accepted a duel, and his best friend Titus has taken the part of the elderly knight who offered challenge.  The proxy system is justified by the enormous amount of money the loser pays, with a tenth going to the winner.  Of course, the fighters do not make the contract but the owners!   These men are the best of friends, but only one will walk away.  And our bunny is not here to lose...

Rabbit Hill, 1945.  Robert Lawson.  Newbery Award winner.  This is Little Georgie. Superior art. Can this guy draw or what? This is Bigwig vs. Woundwort, Watership Down.  LadyFiszi,  DeviantArt.  This is my take on the same.  Early Mister Scribbles.   

Ned Kelly's armor.

     As usual, I woke up in the early hours and spent time being sad.  I have been thinking of a lot of things, just as you do, and the time I spent researching Tiger's murder yesterday reinforced this sorrow that comes on me sometimes.  I went and got Mingo, aka Grash, to lay down with me while I thought this over while trying to slip off.      I love animals, but I have cats because they come to me.  All of my cats have showed up hungry and asking for help.  I think I have some sort of hobo sign scratched on the front of my house that says, love here!  And it is love, unreserved and total.  I do not have to care for cats the way I would a dog.  I am sitting my sister's dog, Pearl, right now and she needs a lot of attention.  Grash could give a fuck so long as I make with the food.      When I was younger I did not have this sort of empathy for animals.  I have not been a great human my entire life, and I have made many mistakes.  I cannot very well sit in judgement on som