Sunday, Oct. 10, 2010 - 1:38 p.m.
Does the Lion Love His Prey ? ******************************* I just saw Taser skulk past my window ' looking guilty or satisfied or both and I noticed he had a dark round object in his mouth I immediately recognized as a fat Chipmunk whom was very much alive. I dashed outside to make the rescue Taser was not able to get away with his treasure in time He can slay anything he wants in this life except me or Chipmunks. I consider us all equals but the Cats & Chipmunks out there entertain different value systems while a somewhat pissed off Taser tried on vain to retreat beneath the cedars with his wiggling prey intact I intervened like he knows I would & shook the brave hunter cat gently by the shoulders to set his prize into an unmanageable wobble Mr Chipmunk fell free rolled onto the driveway and bolted away I could see he was the very same Chipmunk I had been looking at all summer sneaking around under the branches looking for sunflower seeds I sometimes toss there as a peace offering to all the little animals my fine red cat tries to kill & eat This was the exact same Chipmunk I had pulled alive out of Taser's mouth earlier in the summer the exact same one Chipmunks have distinctive markings like race cars which they resemble in many ways This present squirming mouthful was no doubt a close relative of the smaller Chipmunk Taser had vomited out on my desk onto a newspasper where i could see Chipmonk feet and face in there with my fine red cat's warm digestive foam The Chipmonk today was able to successfully escape under the fence and get homefree before Taser could run around and intercept him As I watched all this transpire in the space of 15 seconds I could hear the Chipmunk squeeking in angry defiance like a rusty clothesline pulley from the safety of his hole There is no way this brilliantly executed drama is mechanical instinct This was absolutely personal that particular cat slamming up against that particular Chipmunk a few minutes later Taser waddled in the house very pissed off at me to over eat store bought kibble & icily ignore me as he walked out again erect tail twirling in the air _ Traitor ! _ Spoilsport ! _ Whoasked you ? Maybe 'twas I who is a slave to instinct Every other player in today's game 'seemed to be able to act with a professional passion in the law of the Jungle until the big fat stupid natural lawbreaker decided to get involved and ruin everything again
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