As I was getting ready for work one morning recently, elderly and diabetic Bandito came into the bedroom as usual, and I noticed a bit of odd behaviour. He seemed to be intent on something in the corner by the bed - a little too intent. I saw something greyish and figured it was just a mousie toy that had surfaced. But no! Mousie toy wriggled and quickly scuttled under the sewing box to get away for Dito's eager batting paw. Now I am not particularly afraid of mice etc, but I did not relish the idea of having this creature in the bedroom at night. I grabbed Dito, who seemed to look rather proud of himself - and thrust him into the bathroom with Tristan, who was approaching to see what was up. The look on his face was, "hey - not fair - I didn't do nothin' - watcha got in the bedroom anyway??" Screaming over the morning music radio down to Cat Wrangler, I announced my predicament, and knew full well that I would be late to work this morning.
Fast forward to noonish. I am at work, and I get a call from Cat Wrangler - it took him 3 full hours to capture the critter that turned out to be a chipmunk! Remember that Dito's claws were still stubby from the recent vet visit, and he also has no teeth left! The fact he was able to catch and carry a little rodent, come though the front door, up the stairs, and deposit him onto the bed is - well frankly - astounding!
To capture the little guy, the bedroom was literally turned upside down: drawers turned inside out, etc. - and here we have the proof:
Notice Tristan and Mr. Poole are very happy with this mess and settled in for an afternoon's nap.
As for the chipmunk, due to Dito's lack of "weapons of destruction", he was released into the far corner of the garden, where he scampered away unharmed - and I daresay a little stressed.