The Chipmunk Saga: The Sad Conclusion

I’m sorry to say it, but I figure it’s better to get it out right up front - the chipmunk saga didn’t end well. If you don’t want to read the sad conclusion, just skip down to the DAT and check back tomorrow. I’ll understand. But I figured some of you would want to know what happened, so here we go.

Not long after I posted Part Two of the story, I went to town. But before I left, I opened four windows (including screens) in parts of the house where there had been chipmunk sightings, in the hope that he’d take the opportunity to skedaddle back into the outside world while I was gone.

Instead, I came back home to find his furry little body in the middle of the kitchen floor. Sigh…

Evidently one of the dogs or cats, all of whom were quite content to ignore him during the two days I was hysterically trying to get him out of the house, decided while I was gone that he looked like prey after all.

Of course, they couldn’t do that in the beginning when he was just an anonymous rodent to me….noooooo. They had to wait until I’d gotten emotionally invested in the whole notion of getting his fluffy butt out of here alive, in the hope that he’d live a long (for a chipmunk) and happy life in the Land of Not My House. Then one of them made his (or her….although it’s almost certainly “his”) move.

If I was a betting woman, my money would be on EDKSky (who, as you’ll recall, started this whole drama in the first place!!!) to have done the deed, but of course there’s no way to know for sure. Dogs and cats are both predators by nature, so it could have been any of them. But still, Sky’s nickname is “evil demon kitty” for a reason. He is, hands-down, the most ornery and perverse cat I’ve ever had in my life, so…Oh well. I probably should have known it couldn’t end well, but I’m an optimist and I had to try.

Rest in peace, Alvin. I hope your spirit ended up in a place with loads of peanuts, affectionate chipmunks of whatever gender you prefer, and no mean cats.

Here’s today’s Daily Art Thang.


“Dogwood: Take Two” (clickable if you want to see it larger in a new window)

9 Responses to “The Chipmunk Saga: The Sad Conclusion”

  1. on 14 May 2008 at 6:56 am Natalya

    poor Alvin… at least the saga is over….

  2. on 14 May 2008 at 10:03 am Janet

    Poor Alvin…maybe he rest in peace.

    So THAT’S what that is! Godwood! Er…Dogwood! I took some pictures of that last Sunday, had no idea what it was.

  3. on 14 May 2008 at 10:22 am Janet

    Alvin is resting in peace so maybe you can have some peace at home now!

    Beautiful dogwood! For some, reason as a child, I drew tons of pictures of dogwood….and I doubt I’d ever seen it except in a book!! It’s always been one of my favorites.

  4. on 14 May 2008 at 11:20 am tiff

    Poor Alvin - too dumb to use the exit routes so carefully prepared for him. Nature is a cruel cruel mistress, no?

    However, there’s still room to celebrate the fact that he’s no longer lurking in your house, ready to pounce on you while you sleep or something else equally icky.

  5. on 14 May 2008 at 2:27 pm Rebecca in SoCal

    RIP, Alvin (or Alva). Too bad you had to handle him after all.

    I grew up with a small dogwood tree in my front yard. It was pink. As a teenager, I was talking to someone about dogwoods, who only knew of the white variety. We each thought the other was either crazy or an idiot. (Notice I said “teenager”…I’m at least somewhat more open-minded now).

  6. on 14 May 2008 at 5:13 pm JC

    Poor Alvin. At least you tried.

    Can’t grow dogwoods around here so it’s nice to see photos!

  7. on 14 May 2008 at 8:32 pm Heather

    Poor Alvin and poor you for having to clean up the mess!

  8. on 15 May 2008 at 8:21 am dee

    alas..the inevitable conclusion of Alvin. RIP little guy. Evil Kitty was just doing what comes naturally-kinda icky for you though-sorry.

  9. on 15 May 2008 at 7:32 pm holli

    Oh great.. JC has been filling me in on the chipmunk saga this whole time, so I came thinking I was going to see cute, furry pics. I arrive on the scene of a tragedy. Please accept my condolences.. but know that Simon the Cat has pulled many baby bun bun heads off and left them littered around Nana and Poppy’s garage, only to terrorize me at unexpected moments.. so it’s just not your fault. You tried.

    Love to you, and may the chipmunk rest in piece.