Every once in a while I let Freckles roam around outside for a little break from the kittens. I let her have just such a mini-vacay this morning and when I let her back into the house she had a LIVE chipmunk in her mouth.
My neigbors had been planning to take one of the kittens to keep as an outside mouser, but now I'm wondering if I shouldn't let them have Freckles, who is obviously skilled (those chipmunks are fast), and keep one of the kittens myself.
There is a happy ending to this particular incident as I quickly pushed Freckles away from the chipmunk and let the tiny victim run. It didn't seem injured, just a bit moist. Freckles, however, is pissed.
Quick note on the new fire: the smoke cloud is gone, just a light haze over West Mountain.
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I was on track - for a degree or a career or a healthy retirement fund - for my first 29 years. I decided to see what a year off track feels like. Starting December 23, 2006, this is where you can find updates on the no doubt boring adventures of Corina derailed.
About Me
- Corina
- The header says alot, but I'm a 30-year-old lawyer turned dropout who really really loves to be places other than home, wherever that happens to be at the moment. I believe rainy days are a personal affront and take umbrage when the sun is behind clouds. I love summer with an unholy passion. I watch insane amounts of television (or did until I gave up, temporarily I hope, television reception), and have given up feeling bad about it. Most of the time.
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