If this pandemic has taught us anything (apart from basic human hygiene), it’s that Kate Beckinsale loves pets. She’s posted countless cute videos of her two Persian cats, Clive and Willow, as they celebrate birthdays, enjoy music, and even get married.
Well, one obsessed fan thought they’d add to Kate’s collection of furry friends. They anonymously left a bunny named Marvel on her doorstep. Like, her home doorstep in Los Angeles. Yikes. Kate’s 23-year-old piece, Goody Grace (who I keep mistakenly typing as Jade Goody, RIP), filmed a fully glammed Kate investigating the mysterious rabbit in a series of since-deleted Instagram videos.
In the vid, 47-year-old Kate is visibly agitated, and asks if anything else arrived with the bunny. Goody tells her that there were also flowers, and Kate wonders if those might have a note attached. She asks, “What did he say his name was? Marvel? I feel a bit bad for Marvel being just suddenly dropped off at my house. What the fuck is going on?”
Kate included this caption, pleading with fans not to copycat (copybunny? Is that a joke?) the anonymous gift-giver:
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE however much someone loves animals please never ever send an unsolicited pet to someone’s house, especially anonymously and especially on a boiling hot day where it could have been left outside to roast to death. We have found a loving home for Marvel without cats but it was quite a shock and I think pretty unsettling for Marvel too. Appreciate so much the good wishes but please please don’t send anyone animal as a present or a joke or really at all
Agreed. Not good. An hour in the hot sun, and poor Marvel would’ve been that boiled bunny in Fatal Attraction. And finding a dead rabbit on your doorstep is infinitely more terrifying than finding a cute alive one.
Creepiness aside, I have a few questions about Kate’s “chilling at home” outfit. Girl looks like she’s about to hit the stage as the twelfth Pussycat Doll. Just another helpful reminder that celebrities are NOT like us, as my daily quarantine uniform is: a“house dress” (it’s some cotton H&M shit that shrunk in the wash and became a really big shirt), a wrinkle sticker, and granny panties. Serving you Ellen Burstyn in Requiem for a Dream realness! Every. Damn. Day.