... A SQUIRREL!!! The biggest, most humongous, monstrous squirrel that I ever did see!
That's right... the grey squirrels have arrived. They're big, huge, monstrous sized creatures. They're the size of my sisters Tess and Tobias. Maybe even the size of them both put together! Okay, that might be a tad bit of an exaggeration but you get my point, I am sure. These squirrels are pretty darned big.
When the grey squirrels arrive, the cute little red guys leave. I don't know if they're chased away by the grey ones or what but they disappear. Now, to be honest, we haven't had many red squirrels around my house for the last few years, anyway. Squirrels are pretty smart, I think. Smart enough to know they shouldn't hang around a house in which twelve cats live.
But I was sitting in my office, working on my blog yesterday, when a movement outside the bay window caught my attention. I looked up and there he was. Yes, there was the squirrel on steroids. He was hanging out under that big ol' oak tree that conked my peep #1 on her noggin the other day. Well, obviously, the squirrel was thinking he'd gather up some of those old acorns for himself.
I watched this squirrel on steroids for a few moments, darting this way and that, collecting up the acorns at the bottom of my driveway. That's when I saw my sister Mason heading down toward him. Mason was on a mission, I think. A mission to give that old squirrel a piece of her mind. Don't worry. She has plenty to spare. My sister Mason is very smart. She's also a pretty big girl so I guess the size of that monster of a squirrel didn't intimidate her too much.
Mason stomped down the driveway with her tail up in the air. She wasn't stalking. She was stomping. And that tail of hers... well... the very end of it was a-twitching like it had never twitched before. She was probably telling that squirrel on steroids something like, "That's right... you can make a nice nut pie for me with those acorns and I'll have that for dessert after I have you for my dinner!" Well, the squirrel took one look at Mason's approach and headed off across the road to nosey neighbour cat's house. Hehehe... Let him deal with the squirrelly squirrel.
I realised then that I should call for my peep. We cats aren't supposed to go on the road, you see, and it looked like Mason was going to follow the squirrel across. The peep quickly came to my aid and went outside to call for my sister. Mason is such a good girl, you know. Even though chasing that squirrel was awfully tempting, she came right back to the house when the peep called her. Her tail was still up in the air 'cause she was super proud of her prowess, I think, but it was no longer twitching. On the other hand, by behaving so well, Mason might be giving the peep expectations that all us cats should follow her lead. Hmmm... I'll have to have a think about that one. Might need to have a little chat with the girl.
Anywho... the squirrel hasn't been back since. I think Mason might have given him the scare of his life. He'd have to be one crazy squirrel to return to my yard, I think. Crazy, crazy, CRAZY!!! Crazier than a squirrel making nut pies. Wait a minute! He was making nut pies! He was a-making those nut pies with acorns from my tree! Does this mean I'm going to have to contend with a crazy nut-pie baking squirrel on steroids on a regular basis? And are these sweet pies or savoury? Dessert or dinner? Should they be served with milk or nip? Hmmm.... I'll have to consult with Mason. She seems to have a handle on such things. She seems to understand these crazy grey squirrels on steroids.