Oh it’s all cute and good until you come home one day and there is a hole in your screen, little muddy footprints on your counter, granola everywhere, and that expensive sourdough loaf you just bought has been nibbled! I honestly couldn’t open that window for another year because he kept trying to break in whenever it was open and the tasty smell of boutique bakry sourdough was luring him to dine in my kitchen.

So. This reminds me of the time that my dad let the roof fall into serious disrepair, and we had squirrels in the attic.

I woke up one morning to hear frantic digging, and I looked up into my ceiling and saw a hole in it. And then, right before my very eyes, the squirrel tripped in its own hole, and its foot got stuck, and it started screeching. So I had to get up out of bed, and push its foot back up out of my room and into the attic.

It also reminds me of the time my husband’s idiot cat tried to climb up on the window sill and ended up tearing a hole in the screen, climbing through it and getting stuck between the screen and the jalousie window.

dcn– you have offically keeled me. Baby tigers is one thing, but three babies, one waving his paw with his tounge sticking out??

4 U Meg – (Thx 4 all teh Cute)
(Cliff Claven voice) “Eh wait just a minute Meggie, I’m not so sure your commentary is what you call seasonally accurate there. It’s a little known fact only the red fescue will thrive at your higher elevations as it tolerates your colder winters there. What I’m seeing growing in the background is definitely your common fescue variety, as mail carriers well know, section 48-chapter 3A, is typically sown in the warm lower regions of the lower 48. Er and would there not indeed be snow if indeed it was winter there, if you know what I mean.”

One of the many reasons my kitteh stays inside – da squirrelz. It’s okay for the puppeh, she can’t climb the trees after them, but I imagine kitteh would be in a whole buncha trouble if I let her go after them.

DCN — those baby tigers are TEH AWSUM. They’re the ultimate tabbies, aren’t they?

Oi Peeps!
[ahem] …still jonesing?

Nasty, evil squirrels story.

We have a huge old avocade tree out back.
It was started from a seed in the 60’s and planted outback.

Evidently that is not how you get avocado trees that actually make avocados.
So this gigantic tree only ever makes about a dozen avocados a year.
But they are perfectly good avocados.
Until the squirrels pick them, stone hard, eat out a hunk and drop them.

But while that is evil, it isn’t the nasty, evil squirrel story.

The avocado tree overhangs the neighbor’s roof, about five feet up from it, and off to the side.
The Evil Squirrels used to lure my idiot cat up into the tree, and then jump back and forth to the roof.

Being squirrels, of course, they could launch out across the gap, three stories up.
My poor cat, though, wasn’t even much of a climber.
But eventually the little squirrelly neder-neders would get to him, and he’d jump.

About a dozen times.
(I said it was our idiot cat.)

He wouldn’t come home for dinner, and we’d call and call, and eventually we’d see him all pitiful up on the roof.

Then we’d have to throw a plank between their roof and my bedroom window, and talk a phobic cat into running across it.

Try explaining that to potential cstsitters.

And the squirrels watched the whole thing from the trees — I swear — laughing.

Oh! Did you see the one bebeh tigger that was all white w/a striped tail?! I think I just learned how to SQUEEEEE!

Check this out, folks:

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Words fail me.