My Birthday Present

Today is my birthday. Sufie, my cat, brought me the gift of a live chipmunk. She cornered it in the bathroom. The electric excitment she had chasing that poor chipper ricocheted throughout the house. The moment I heard the scuffle I knew exactly what was happening.

I whooshed Sufie from the bathroom, donned my oven mitts and went in for the rescue. The chipper dashed alternately between the back of the toilet, the sink and the magazine rack. Once, I was squatting in front of him, about to close in, when he vaulted over my mitted hands and dove between my legs.

Ultimately, I won the chase. I put the chipper back on his wall, but he was so upset he dashed across the patio and dove three feet into the ivy. So tonight I shall celebrate my birthday with filet mingon on the grill not roast chipmunk on a spit, much to Sufie's chagrin. It was a nice gesture though.