so yesterday, right after i posted my gross comic, guess who waltzes into my studio with a fucking chipmunk in her mouth?
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.
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.