My cat dude. My cat actually got the squirrel.
It went very differently, I was sitting on my computer chair one day and heard quite the scuffle coming from the other room, as O headed out I saw none other than my grandmother.
Gasping with horror, she needed help with this creature as her heart could not contain such a sight.
A chipmunk. Sideways curled in pain. My so called sweet kitty cat had turned into a stone cold killer.
Looking towards me now, I had no choice but to take the poor thing and finished the cat's deed. I buried the chipmunk traditionally, as chipmunk burials usually go. The dumpster.
Upon return Kitty's smug look told me she had no remorse.