Our cat Boca brought in a chipmunk last night. He strolled into the living room, deposited the little rodent on the floor and then just sat there and waited for someone to notice. Of course that someone was me who immediately squealed and jumped on top of the couch. Luckily my husband was available and quickly got the official “rodent catch box” (which is really an empty Budweiser box) and bent down to scoop it up. At which time we found out that the little rodent was really just faking it and wasn’t dead at all. Which resulted in more squealing and additional couch dancing before it was removed outside where it quickly ran away. Boca got yelled at and I think my husband is a hero. (I think the chipmunk feels the same way).