When I was a teenager my Father had trained a squirrel to eat out of his hand. Mom and I would watch from the window, our presence being enough to scare him off otherwise. Sometimes when I would wait for the bus, I would share with the little guy my breakfast, never from my hand but he trusted me enough to stay by my feet.
The movement caught the cat’s attention and she pressed against the window. A squirrel was running on the branch outside, but it stopped and looked at the cat, as if teasing it and daring it to fly through the glass for a chase.
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chittering sounds, skittering claws, I thought it was the end but it was only a squirrel.
When I was a teenager my Father had trained a squirrel to eat out of his hand. Mom and I would watch from the window, our presence being enough to scare him off otherwise. Sometimes when I would wait for the bus, I would share with the little guy my breakfast, never from my hand but he trusted me enough to stay by my feet.
The movement caught the cat’s attention and she pressed against the window. A squirrel was running on the branch outside, but it stopped and looked at the cat, as if teasing it and daring it to fly through the glass for a chase.
chittering sounds, skittering claws, I thought it was the end but it was only a squirrel.