Stepping into the kitchen for a glass of water, I spied this dramatic tableau through the window.
Hard to see? Here's a closer look.
The cat belongs to one of my neighbors. At first, I thought the squirrel was dead, but soon realized that wasn't the case, although the cat was laying just feet from it for quite a while. Hmm, apparently there's some life there yet. Enough to cause the cat to give it a wide berth.
Taking a little time out to ponder his next move, I think.
Another try. That little squirrel is pretty feisty!
Another delaying tactic.
Back again. And the squirrel racks up more points. Cat zero, squirrel three.
At this point, I went to get a broom to chase the cat away, and when I got back, both were gone. But only down the side of the garage. Near the ground, there's a hole in the garage, into which the squirrel jumped to hide. The cat knew it was in there, but every time he went to look, the squirrel popped its head out and the cat backed up. I chased the cat behind the garage, but he didn't go far, continuing to peek around to see where the squirrel was. However, spying me, the squirrel decided I was either his new best friend or his mommy and started in my direction. I ran back inside. The cat came back. I went outside, swung the broom, the cat left, and the squirrel advanced. I ran inside. The squirrel toddled up the sidewalk and onto the steps. I was hiding on the other side of the glass door. Ahhhhkkkkkkkhhhh!!!
He was really a tiny thing - not much bigger than a chipmunk. Wish I'd gotten a clearer photo of him, because he had cute, but enormous, feet.
After I snapped this, he launched himself at the bush and disappeared. I'm keeping an eye out, and hope he finds his way back to his real mommy. Next time, (although there better not be a next time) the cat gets a good squirt from the hose!