The Havoc: A Pet Photo Essay

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This is the one responsible for starting the chain of destruction.
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As you can see, he is not a law-abiding:Photo Feb 13, 11 34 49 AMPhoto May 01, 2 49 35 PM

Due to this questionable character, he often catching these, who for some reason think hanging out on my screen, in EASY pouncing reach, is a good way to spend the afternoon.

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The cat likes to bring the live chipmunk inside the house through the cat door and let it go. For him, the game is over.

And now it is the dog’s turn, and in the excitement of the chase, the living room explodes. This is where I come home and arrive upon the scene.

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The chipmunk finds safety by squeezing between two faces of the sliding door:

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Using an assortment of kitchen utensils, I safely remove the chipmunk, and release him outside.

Where he runs up the gutter.

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I did not think this was an issue, as my dog has never been able to catch a chipmunk, inside OR outside the house.  I did not realize how frustrating this was to him until several days later.

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5 thoughts on “The Havoc: A Pet Photo Essay

  1. I love your cartoon but hate this chipmunk torture.! Cats and dogs should not be allowed to play with helpless chipmunks, and if you think the chippie is OK after the cat caught it, you’re ve;ry wrong. Cats also like to torture birds and can be prevented with bells and cat vests.

  2. @Joan: I don’t think Hilary was condoning the chipmunk chase – just reporting from the scene. She freed the chipmunk from the sliding door and released him/her into the backyard. We have a rat terrier who is quite adept at catching squirrels in our backyard. I don’t like it – and certainly don’t encourage it – but it’s in his nature. It is nature.

  3. Thank you for sharing this! I’m sure it wasn’t any kind of fun while it was happening, but the hilarity sure helps afterwards. Reminds me of probably the worst thing my cat has done (and which wasn’t nearly as fun). He woke me up by pushing a lamp off the shelf, and the lightbulb exploded when it hit the ground. There I was at 4:30 a.m., crawling around on the floor with a flashlight and packing tape to pick up glass slivers out of the carpet, for fear that vacuuming the shards would have shredded the filter and vacuum bag.

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