The Taunting Chipmunk

Poor Alex. Like it's not bad enough he only has three legs. Like it's not bad enough he can't jump up on the windowsills without assistance. Like it's not bad enough he can no longer run free in the wilds like the tiny jungle tiger he believes himself to be. Alas, now the poor cat has to endure a taunting chipmunk (with no fear of felines) mere inches away on the other side of a pane of glass!

"Is this a chipmunk I see before me?"

"Me thinkest thou must shuffle off this mortal coil, O stri-ped beast! Oh happy dagger... this is thy sheath! There rest, and let the chipmunk... DIE!"

"What ho? Dost thou MOCKETH me, small carrier of fleas? Thinkest thou not that I can puncture thy velvety hide with one swipe of my sharp claws?"

"Ah HA! I unsheath my five blades of glorious doom! I striketh at thou withest the death hammer of my noble paw!"

"What? Thou doth turn thy BACK to my weapon of destruction? What? What? Alas! Woe is me! .... &@#&!?$*^$%@# GLASS!!"

Meanwhile, in another time and dimension...

There was a way cuter photo than this that never got taken, because Tristan moved while I got my camera (naturally). He and Alex were sitting together at the patio doors, watching a red squirrel scamper back and forth (all of the creatures around here enjoy taunting our pets!) Tristan and Alex's heads were moving back and forth in unison and it was very cute.

After Tristan left, Alex continued to squirrel-watch from his cozy bed. The pink arrows shows the squirrel dashing across the deck.



Those squirrels and chipmunks better hope Alex never learns to open doors. He has been an absolute mouse-killing machine in our basement. We saw two mice last fall, then two dead mice, then no more mice, period. No mice droppings, no evidence at all of rodents in the house, other than two fat happy cats!

Meanwhile, Alex dreams of bigger things... like chipmunks.