sunshine0221's Diaryland Diary
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C is for Cat. And Chipmunk.
C is for Cat. And Chipmunk.
I so need a digital camera.
All of my cats were strays. Buffy and Morris were normal weight, or even chubby when they showed up.
Buffy and Morris appreciate having a home, but if they had to, could probably do just fine on their own.
When Spike appeared at my door he was skinny. When they handed out the hunting skilz, apparently he was in the litter box. He likes to play with stuff - usually something Buffy has found, but then his kitty ADD kicks in, and the whatever that he has been hunting gets away while he gets distracted by something shiny.
Today Spikey was very interested in going outside. When I opened the door to let him out I discovered why. Buffy had caught a chipmunk, and it was lying (upside down) right by the door. I assumed it was already frolicking in chipmunk heaven until Spike grabbed it and ran out into the yard, and I saw that the poor 'munk was not deceased.
The whole hunting thing brings out my mixed emotions mightily. On one hand, I am happy for Spike to get to really hunt - it is complete joy for him. The dude hardly ever gets to go outside, and when he does he is escorted and has to stay in the yard.
On the other hand, I am usually in tears because he is hunting a live something. Which is almost always cute and helpless. Did I mention cute?
Buffy sat on a log and watched indulgently as Spike played with his new toy, and being a good cat-girlfriend did not mind at all that he stole it from her.
And this is when I really needed a camera. After carrying his 'munk around, and putting it down, and catching it again about a hundred times - the chipmunk ran over to where Buffy was and ran up her leg onto her back.
I am not making this up.
Spike's wondering where his toy went, and Buffy has a funny look, and if she could talk I am sure would have been saying, "Excuse me, but do I have something on my back?". The chipmunk hung out on Buffy for at least a minute before she shook him off.
This particular chipmunk must take the short chipmunk bus, because, really, when you are trying to escape a cat, it is better to run up a tree or something, rather than, say, a cat.
Eventually the chipmunk did do the smart thing, and ran up a tree to safety.
And I am sure I could have sold the Chipmunk Sitting On Buffy photo for millions of dollars.
But never fear, I have Photoshop, so here is a digitally created reenactment:
6:02 p.m. - June 03, 2004
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