Isn't it wonderful to come home early from work and get a few things done for a change? Today that's exactly what I thought until I opened the sliding door leading to our screened-in cedar porch. Bogey shot past me faster than a bullet. I lunged for him and missed. He leaped to a window sill. That's when I realized it.
We had company.
A squirrel had used the doggie door to make himself at home on the porch. Squirrel ran to one side of the porch followed by Bogey. Squirrel ran to the other side of the porch with Bogey nearly on his tail. I'm shrieking at Bogey trying to get him to stop because all I can picture is him catching Squirrel and getting bitten to pieces after which we'd spend the evening in the Vet Emergency Clinic being counseled on how the squirrel no doubt had rabies, and too bad we only had 10 days to live.
In my zeal to catch Bogey and prevent certain doom I realized I was between Squirrel and the door. Not a great place to be. Squirrel and Bogey raced past me again and then Squirrel catapulted himself high into the air and sailed (I could feel the breeze!) past my head and out the door. I grabbed Bogey before he could follow.
Anyone need a squirrel-hunting cat?
Once my heart-rate finally slowed down, I did an internet search on squirrels to find out if I should be concerned about our adventure. That's when I discovered some alarming news.
This is the time of year that squirrels mate.
No doubt Squirrel was scouting out a place to rendezvous with his lady friend. Romance is a wonderful thing, but there is no way my back porch is going to become Sin City for squirrel one-night stands.
I've always hated the smell of cigarette smoke.