Like a flash, he sped across the yard and came back with a chipmunk in his mouth. What will he do with it, I wondered. Could I find a cage and get the critter in it for release at a nature preserve somewhere? Would Binx actually (gulp!)
kill the thing? He casually strolled across the yard, keeping just ahead of my ability to focus on his head. Reaching the driveway, in a very feline manner, he let the chipmunk go so he could play with it. But to his surprise, the prey escaped!
Pippin watched all this through the door, filled with admiration. "Here it is!" he said, "Hiding in these flowers." With a squeak of desperation, the chipmunk wasted no time in heading for another hole and safety from the cat. Binx, however, was unperturbed. "That will teach those rodents! Just because one got away once, they will all know that they can be caught, and the next one may not be so lucky!"