Woke up at 6am. Fed cats. Checked e-mail. Looked at headlines. Chugged a half-gallon of OJ. Went back to bed.
Woke up at 8:30. Made tea. Read a little (re-reading LUCK IN THE SHADOWS). Fell back asleep, surrounded by cats.
Woke up at 10. Work ethic got me out of bed again. Drew back shades enough to determine it was indeed a gray, low-light day. Drank some more tea. Opened file. Started working. Cats still dead to the world.
10:05am. Noise behind me. I turn, and there is a small gray squirrel sitting outside my office window, looking in at me through the screen. Snub-snout, beady black eyes, very sharp claws, and a surprisingly open, not-at-all-worried-or-frantic body language. Ever see a zen squirrel? Part of his tail had been whacked off, leaving, rather than a bushy plume, a half-length nub with a wide white streak of fur across it. He put his wee claws on the screen and hung out for a while, just watching me, until Boomer strolled in from the bedroom. Both cats are now watching the window intently.
Sorry, Half-tail. I only adopt stray domesticated animals. And I don't think you'd appreciate Boomer's affections, anyway.
He was really cute, though. Even if he wasn't a proper Bronx Blackie.
(and yes, we really do have a large skunk or three living in the neighborhood -- we've sighted him/them a few times, coming home late at night. Also, neighbor down the hall says she sees raccoons all the time when she leaves for work at oh god early. Well, if the economy collapses at least we'll have food for a while....)
Woke up at 8:30. Made tea. Read a little (re-reading LUCK IN THE SHADOWS). Fell back asleep, surrounded by cats.
Woke up at 10. Work ethic got me out of bed again. Drew back shades enough to determine it was indeed a gray, low-light day. Drank some more tea. Opened file. Started working. Cats still dead to the world.
10:05am. Noise behind me. I turn, and there is a small gray squirrel sitting outside my office window, looking in at me through the screen. Snub-snout, beady black eyes, very sharp claws, and a surprisingly open, not-at-all-worried-or-frantic body language. Ever see a zen squirrel? Part of his tail had been whacked off, leaving, rather than a bushy plume, a half-length nub with a wide white streak of fur across it. He put his wee claws on the screen and hung out for a while, just watching me, until Boomer strolled in from the bedroom. Both cats are now watching the window intently.
Sorry, Half-tail. I only adopt stray domesticated animals. And I don't think you'd appreciate Boomer's affections, anyway.
He was really cute, though. Even if he wasn't a proper Bronx Blackie.
(and yes, we really do have a large skunk or three living in the neighborhood -- we've sighted him/them a few times, coming home late at night. Also, neighbor down the hall says she sees raccoons all the time when she leaves for work at oh god early. Well, if the economy collapses at least we'll have food for a while....)
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Date: 2008-10-13 02:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-13 02:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-13 03:20 pm (UTC)Squirrels!
Date: 2008-10-13 03:41 pm (UTC)It will come up to the window and scratch its little claws on the screen. And our cat has been seen to try to go *through* the closed window to get it ...
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Date: 2008-10-13 04:29 pm (UTC)Ah, autumn.
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Date: 2008-10-13 05:04 pm (UTC)menagerie
Date: 2008-10-13 08:57 pm (UTC)Lisa Iriarte
Re: menagerie
Date: 2008-10-13 09:01 pm (UTC)Growing up in the 'burbs of NJ, we had Brazen Raccoons®, occasional black bears. and endless white-tail deer, plus rabbits and at least one flock of wild turkeys (no, not our politicians -- they were domesticated turkeys). All very run of the mill...
Having a half-grown golden eagle show up on the roof of the house next door was an experience, though. The rabbit population dropped, after that.
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Date: 2008-10-14 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 10:52 pm (UTC)