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| Rescue 911 |
| 05.17.05 (6:39 pm) [edit] |
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It was a gorgeous day and I didn't feel like being productive in the least bit, so I decided to recharge my solar batteries (aka get some sun on my modestly-covered buns). I'm out on the deck and I notice Sassy in my garden. Now she's not supposed to be in it because she'll take a dump and start digging up my plants covering her poop. So I holler at her "Bad!" which usually gets her running out of the garden and promptly to my feet. But not this time... I yell louder and throw in a "Sassy! NO! BAD!" Still she sat in the garden. Then I slapped my book against the deck and she got out of the garden. I go back to my book. About 45 mins later, I notice Sassy is sitting right beside the raised garden bed. She's looking up into the tree next to the garden. Instinct tells me, something's up. So I go over to her, pick her up and she's going nuts meowing, looking at the tree. (It's not a big tree - maybe 10 ft tall). I look and I don't see anything. I thought maybe a baby bird was learning to fly and got caught up there. Then I see it. It's Alvin, my beloved chipmunk, that I've rescued from the cats three times already over the past year. Poor Alvin is at the very tip-top of the tree, on the very tip of a branch, in the hot sun, holding on for dear life. The poor fella had to be baking. So I have a firm grip on Sassy and advise Alvin that I'm going to help him out (again). I start to gently shake the tree. He's holding on pretty tight. I shake more and say "It's okay Alvin, she won't get you." Alvin plops down, lands right in front of me and we have another 'zen moment' when he looks at me as if to say "Thanks for saving my ass again lady!" and goes scurrying off along the fenceline. And Lulu, who is not known for chasing ANYTHING except Sassy on rare occasions, goes tearing off after Alvin and almost catches his ass but he disappeared in a bed of ivy. Lulu sat by that bed of ivy for a good hour waiting for him, but he made it under the fence. I know Lulu and Sassy wouldn't hurt him - they just want to play - but Alvin keeps getting himself in these predicaments. If I find out Alvin was munching on my strawberries, he's gonna have to fin for himself from now on. |
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (4:31 pm)
LOL, great story! Arn't animals just great!
posted by: SweetDiva (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (4:36 pm)
LoL!!
posted by: JT (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (5:00 pm)
Naughty kitties! Little predators!
posted by: islandArtist (reply)
post date: 05.17.05 (9:19 pm)
ALvin sounds like a sweetie, a little stupid but sweet.
posted by: LarryConley (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (1:22 am)
I used to try and tame the local chipmunks ... never got further then them knowing where to get a free meal :)
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:43 am)
Reply to: LarryConley
So how's your rabies doing? LOL
My mom wanted to 'cement' up all of Alvin's holes last year but I emphatically said no. He's cute and he provides me (and the cats) with entertainment. He's so damn cute.
Maybe I can knit him a little ensemble - like a red sweater with a big A on it. No wait - that's make him easier to spot for the cats to get him... And I can't knit my way out of a paperbag.
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:44 am)
Reply to: islandArtist
I'm surprised he's lasted as long as he has - and I wonder what would have happened had I not been around to rescue his furry little tail this time!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:45 am)
Reply to: JT
Keeps them on their toes and gives them material for great dreams that night (which woke me up).
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (4:46 am)
Reply to: trekguy
Alvin might disagree on the great story. I guess Sassy was protecting my strawberries... She's gonna need a treat.
posted by: linda (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (7:46 am)
Great story! At least they are getting their exercise...lol
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (8:30 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
I'm sure but kittyes like LIVE treats best, poor Alvin!
PS: I drove my parents nearly crazy with the "Chipmunks" 45 record of "Christmas, Christmas"!! LOL what a de ja vu moment that was!! Thanks!!! *I'm still chuckling*
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (10:07 am)
Reply to: trekguy
Now you have that damn song going in my head. Thanks a bunch!
I hope you get a wedgie next time you ride. LOL
posted by: trekguy (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (11:51 am)
Reply to: ScubaDiva
LOL, too bad "real" bike riders never wear underwear under cycling shorts so I can't get a wedgie!!
posted by: ScubaDiva (reply)
post date: 05.18.05 (12:30 pm)
Reply to: trekguy
Where there's a will, there's a wedgie.
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