Further to the whole wildlife in the backyard situation…
As I posted before, the back yard has become an animal sanctuary of sorts, with toads and robins and other animules, an assortment of wildlife that I have to clear to make sure the cats, all 37 pounds of them (spread out over two cats) don’t mangle anything. Not because I want to stifle their natural instincts, you understand, but if they make mincemeat of something, I have to call someone to move the corpse.
Me move it?? Moi?? Never. Not in this lifetime.
Anyway, this morning I opened the side door to let the cats out and noticed, on the doorstep, a smelly little chunk of chipmunk poop. (And yes, I’m sure it’s chipmunk poop… don’t ask.) But I’m not sure if that is a big fat raspberry by the leader of the chipmunk gang, or just some kind of obscure warning. Like a horse’s head in a bed, chipmunk style. I looked for gang graffiti on the wall at ankle height, but there wasn’t anything.
The worst thing is, now I can’t get that stupid song out of my head, you know the one, “Christmas Christmas time is heeeeere…”
Because I’m evil, here is the modern version with the wee beasties in hoodies.