Marmie: An Unexpected Visitor

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  marmitetoasty on March 28 at 4:38 a.m.

  And YES…… me cat has no tail :)

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  mamac on March 28 at 6:55 a.m.

  Years ago, in the dead of winter, my dog came prancing up to the front door with a chipmunk clasped tenderly in her mouth.Oh, she was so proud,with her tail wagging so hard, the rest of her body was keeping time. I thanked her for the gift, and brought the little guy in the house. I went looking for something to put him in, cuz I didn’t think he would survive a visit from the cat. All I found was a birdcage. I layered the bottom with a nice soft dish towel, and tucked him in, sweet as can be. I knew he had to be hurt, even though there were no outside indicators, chipmunks are not pliant, laid back little dudes. I called a vet in the valley, he had fixed a robins wing for me once, and he gave me the number to a couple of women that rescue squirrels. I called them, and took the little guy to be checked out. They gave him a thumbs up, but hoped he wouldn’t be released till things thawed a bit outside. Problem was, they were full at the inn, so could I please foster him for a couple weeks, till it warmed up a bit.
  Well, it took us 2 weeks to catch the little varmit once he escaped from the birdcage, and into our house. Who would have thought he would fiqure out how to open the door on the cage?
  Lessons learned about crazed chipmunks loose in homes with cats.
  1. They are not nightstalkers, they are day trippers.
  2.They are not quiet. We could follow him from room to room, as he thought the inside of our walls was his personal disneyland. Our cat was crazed daily!
  3.They will not come out for cat food, cheese, canned cat or dog food or peanutbutter. The preferred prize? Hershey chocolate bars.
  4. Lock up all other animals before setting out chocolate. Chipmunks do not come peacefully when the gig is up.
  5. Open all windows and doors after you have blocked escape routes in room. This includes blocking the space under doors.
  6. Gloves are mandatory!
  It took me all morning diving around my kitchen like a NFL linebacker to catch and coddle the maniac, without hurting him. He didn’t seem to care about my bumps, bruises and cuts.
  Snow or no snow, I drove him to a nice wooded area with a pond, and set him free, complete with 2 bars of hershey chocolate. Would have been 3 bars, but by that time I fiqured he could share.

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  Pounder on March 28 at 7:22 a.m.

  I went to college in NYC and our apartment building was infested with mice. We would always see them scurry down the gas stove burners when we opened the front door. Apparently trying to survive off the scraps of 4 bachelor college boys was too much stress for one little guy though, or maybe he got into the leftover booze instead of food… we were sitting there watching TV one night and heard a little “sqeak!” and then a slight thud as something hit the floor in the kitchen. We went in to investigate and a mouse was laying dead on the floor, having jumped off the counter or fridge to his demise. I looked around for a little miniature suicide note, but the poor little guy must have been too upset to even write one. :(

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  Shannon on March 28 at 9:24 a.m.

  One day my mom opened up our pantry and there was a mouse just sitting there on the shelf at eye level. We went and got our cat and it took her not even a second to see that mouse and grab it. Then, my mom threw them both out the door.

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  Dennis on March 28 at 10:03 a.m.

  Don’t know if this is true, but it’s too funny and definately belongs on this thread!!!
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  I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer. 3 deer showed up. I picked out a likely looking one and threw my rope.
  I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.
  
  That deer EXPLODED.
  
  The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.
  A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.
  At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.
  Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer’s momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, and besides, I wanted my rope back, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder - a little trap I had set before hand…kind of like a squeeze chute.
  Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head —almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.
  The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds.
  I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.
  I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.
  Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.
  I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope so that they can be somewhat equal to the Prey.

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