Ah, a break in the clouds, no rain for a little while. Midday walkie time!
Ah, pretty leaves. So many colors.
They’re EVERYWHERE. Soft on my tootsies.
But wait… what’s that?
Perhaps with your human eyes, you cannot see him. But I could feel his presence, see him, smell him. A squirrel is in this tree, and he’s throwing things at me.
He’s here, I know it – I can smell his frisky little nose and his twitchy little tail. And those acorns are still hitting me in the head.
LET ME AT HIM MAMA!!! I CAN GET THAT PESKY SQUIRREL!!!
Perhaps you have won this battle, my little furry friend, for I cannot climb this tree and whoop your squirrel butt. But if you venture down, YOU ARE MINE
Love,
Bogart
Well? Did you most properly besieged him, Bogie??? And I hope the tree is still standing there … 😆 Rrrrrrrrrrrr …..
Luv,
Bel
I hate when the squirrels throw things at me! That’s so mean!
Those squirrels are the enemy Bogart. Don’t worry I have spent much time studying their habits out my window, we will take them unawares come spring.
Intelligence Officer Woo
Can WE get a piece of that squirrel, too? The Evil One haunts our dreams, and it’s disheartening to hear that he and his disciples are wreaking vengeance upon the West Coast. To Arms! Crise du Guerre! La Patrie en Danger! We’ll send the Persephonator at first light to help smite the critter.
Buster
Bailey
Persephone, Scourge of Rodents
That vishus squirrel better be scared ~ ‘cos if he comes down from that tree he is YOORS! 😉