Oooops I did it again!

My husband can attest to the fact that I am not at my best first thing in the morning........... give me two large strong cups of coffee and slowly I'll awaken, like a flower blooming, but hit me up before the coffee and its "caveat emptor"! So to be only half way through the first cup of elixir when I hear the tell tale wail on the stairs is not a "Good Morning" moment.

My cat is adorable, my cat is devoted to me, my cat is amazing, my cat also has one appallingly bad habit ............. it hunts! It hunts and it catches things (with alarming frequency) but it appears almost incapable of maxing out on the jugular and killing anything. So the tell tale wail proclaimed to me she had "something" else in her mouth and was fast approaching up the stairs to deposit the catch on the living room floor just for me. Aren't I the lucky one.

So I was pleasantly surprised to see her dropping what appeared to be a dead critter at the top of the stairs. Whoopee Allah be praised she actually killed something. Fortunately (for me) I know her propensity for playing with her victims so it quickly occurred to me if I wanted any peace to continue my coffee(s) then I'd better cover said catch. So having placed an inappropriate dish over the poor wee chipmunk (yes that was todays speciality like it has been the past fortnight) I settled back to my coffee, cat pissed off and dead chipmunk beyond caring.

I was a little irritated when ten minutes later I can hear the cat going nuts batting the dish and positively not responding to yells to stop it. So knowing I was going to get no peace till I disposed of said dead beastie I begrudgingly set down my coffee and head to attend to the deed. Imagine my surprise when this is what I behold

Obviously Mr Chipmunk wants to be nominated for this years Lazarus award at the Critter Oscars (if you ask me he stands a darn good chance of winning). He was dead, I swear it but it was quite obvious he wasn't any more and the intent in Buffers eyes in this pic

meant that the only option was to wake hubby and get HIM to set chippie free (I don't do live chipmunks)

So our regular repertoire of catch and realease ensued though someone didn't look too happy on his way too freedom

Of course we have yet to discover if we have lots of chipmunks or if it's merely a case of Buffer recatching the same chipmunk who has developed a lust for being tossed off our deck