There was a squirrel on the balcony this morning and Sneakers was sitting there all fatly watching, then Firkin walked by and practically crapped his pance. He went all nuts and is tail was flapping wildly at the intruding rodent. The two cats sat and stared until the squirrel was done eating his nut and ran away. What still concerns me is that this squirrel lives on our building, and we’re on the 18th floor.
Speaking of squirrels… this weekend we’re going to go see Ice Age. I hope it lives up to the commercials.