I caught the chipmunk

Me, me, me!!! And you four furry losers call yourselves cats, ha. 🙂

Last week, there was a chipmunk hiding in the kitchen. They come from the crawl space–I haven’t figured out yet whether a cat catches one down there and loses it upstairs (if one of them gets something, a chase ensues), or if the chipmunks come up on their own. Either way, the chipmunks are extremely sorry. The one last week was hiding under the microwave cart until I flushed it out and Giles got it before I could rescue it.

This one was trapped under the old computer monitors stacked in the kitchen corner, and I’m surprised he lasted that long because the monitors don’t provide much cover. Chipmunks can stay very still for a very long time, and the cats don’t key in on them too well if they don’t move. But they knew he was there and kept checking out the corner and sniffing around, and finally the chipmunk lost his nerve and broke for it. He went back and forth until Giles grabbed him and ran off into the main part of the house.

Then Giles reappeared without the chipmunk, which meant that either there was a corpse somewhere that I needed to find, or he’d lost his grip on his prey, which meant there was a chipmunk hiding somewhere. I looked around and found no corpse.

A short time later I heard chirps, and traced them to the bedroom, where Giles and Cerridwen were staked out on either side of the bed. This was not very intelligent of them because the chipmunk was actually in the corner by the bureau, hiding behind a piece of wood that stands in that corner–the end of his tail was sticking out, which I saw right away but which the cats had completely missed.

So, I went and put on heavy gloves and tried to grab the chipmunk. He was unappreciative of my efforts to save his little hide and frantically eluded me, ran up my arm and down, got under the bed, ran back and forth and tried to get into the grille of the furnace duct, miraculously did not get nabbed by the two LOSERS (we’re talking major #catfail here), and wound up right back where he started. I got an old pillowcase, poked him out of the corner again and scooped him up in that. I hastened through the house to the door and put him outside. I think he was very surprised, but after a couple of seconds to get his bearings he scurried off under my car, and he didn’t appear to have any life-threatening injuries.

Giles is a pretty formidable hunter for a cat that’s never gone outside, but he sure was off his game today, sheesh!

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