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.