three guesses, first two don't count.
(un?)luckily, he was still alive, and it looked like she only got him really good under his left eye. since i have a trained cat (yes i effin do) i snapped my fingers a couple of times like cesar millan and she dropped it. he was still too scared to move, so i got to pick him up, thus finally realizing my lifelong dream of holding a chipmunk.
dear diary...
he was still freaked out when i put him in the tree, but he calmed down eventually, at least enough to remember that he should get and stay the hell away from this house.
pictured here: a frozen chipmunk
i turned to apologize to golly, knowing that it was merely her barncat mouser nature to want to provide for me, her helpless kitten, but it was too late.
somebody's pissed.
4 comments:
Once while camping in Vermont, a chipmunk broke into our s'mores rations and made off with the chocolate bar. The ex and I didn't notice until we heard a crashing through the trees of said candy bar, still wrapped but now, covered in little tiny bite marks. We imagined a sugar rush fueled chipmunk darting from tree to tree.
i think there's a disney movie in that.
I agree Miss B. Something about Alvin, Simon, and...what's that other one?
you a ASShole.
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