You Shall Not Pass
Liz called me outside to the back porch, where she pointed out this very quiet and slow showdown happening.
On the bottom left, a cat – just sitting on the top of our fence. Not a big deal, unless you know that the fence serves as a kind of highway between the trees in back… and our house (we think there’s a nest of squirrels tucked away, up in our chimney).
On the top right, there’s a squirrel sitting on an electrical wire. And Liz pointed out to me that “He is NOT happy.” He was just sitting in that one spot, screeching away.
Cat, unconcerned with Mr. Squirrel’s outrage. Just chillaxing.
Mr. Squirrel, more than a little upset.