After a extremely frustrating conversation with 'the mother', I decided to sit outside, read a book and listen to some tunes on my MP3 player.

I have the french doors from the dining area to the deck open just a bit so the felines who rule my world can come in/out as they please.

While I'm reading, I kept hearing a loud chirping noise - thought that maybe said felines had brought a bird in without my knowledge or one had flown in on their own accord. I go inside to investigate, see and hear nothing, so I go back to my book.

An hour or so later, I hear the chirping again, (thanks to a ballad on auto-play). It's darn loud and Lulu is sitting by my avocado tree. I have 'that feeling' that something is up...

So I hop up, go inside. Lulu backs off. I hear the chirping coming from behind the large avocado planter just inside the french doors.... So I start to wiggle it back, expecting to find a bird.

But noooooooooooooooooooo. No bird there.

Instead, it's Alvin. Dumbest/luckiest fucking chipmunk known to mankind. (May I remind you that there are piles upon piles of peaches that are there for his eating just outside his hole but noooooooo, he has to come inside. Doesn't he ever learn????)