Squirrel!! Part II

About five minutes I went back into the house, the squirrel found a place to hide and Reba and Fluffy needed a rest (years of easy living had made them soft). Molly woke up and sauntered into the living room and immediately sniffed out where the squirrel was hiding. Thus began round two of the "Great Squirrel Chase." Molly and I just stood back and watched as Reba and Fluffy finished demolishing what was left of the living room. The squirrel still evaded capture and the lazy, useless cats were still asleep.

I had to go to work so I left the house as is. The furniture was still turned over and lamps had been knocked over on their side. I thought maybe the squirrel had escaped and made his way back outside. It had been quite a chase. I sent my sister a text message about the Great Squirrel Chase and she wanted to know if I had caught the squirrel. My response was "Your house, your squirrel." I was only kidding of course but my other sister asked "Where is the squirrel at now" I re[plied "He is taking a break in the easy chair and watching the Animal Planet." I thought he was gone.

My sister came home that night and Molly had sniffed it back out but he had barricaded himself into a corner somewhere and refused to come out. I came home and Molly and I still could not flush him out. I gave up for the night and went to bed. Molly was hell bent on getting this squirrel out of the house so I got very little sleep that night. It was pretty much the same scene the next morning and still no squirrel. Molly knew where it was at but we still couldn't get him to come out.

I told my sister I had some errands to run and she laid down to take a nap. I had been in and out all morning long and my sister is famous for her ability to take four hour naps. As I was getting ready to leave right after lunch, my sister comes running out of the house and screaming something about "a dead squirrel in her bed." My response was "grab it by the tail and throw it out in the yard." No, she made me do it. I went into her bedroom and sure enough, the squirrel was laying on her bed. Rigor mortis had already set in and he looked like he had died from being scared to death. At first I thought he may have seen my sister naked but I guess with three dogs chasing you, fear was the likely cause of death.

I believe it happened this way. Molly flushed him out and was responsible for his death, Reba dragged him through the house and into my sister's bedroom and Fluffy was responsible for dragging the squirrel up on the bed and using him as a chew toy. I gave the squirrel a quick burial out behind the garage and that was the end of the Great Squirrel Chase.