So Kooskie Caught her third squirrel, last weekend. She was so happy. She trotted around with the squirrel in her mouth. The squirrel was not as happy, and although she did not hurt it as far as we can tell, it appeared to have opened its bowels all down Kooskie's ruff.
She was extremely pleased with herself.
We had guests, and had just finished breakfast, when she came running in wafting her new found musk.
I had to catch her before she got it on everything, said a hurried goodbye to my guests, and took her in for her first shower. She was no longer quite as pleased, but as these things go, she survived without much psychological scarring.