Just when you thought it was safe to go back onto the terrace

Babe has a Miss Moppet Moment in the aftermath of a mighty struggle between ourselves and the son of the Squirrel Slayer

Another close call for an Eastern Gray Squirrel on the terrace beneath the Silver Maple. As we sat blogging, a horrid screeching filled the air. Running outside, as we always do, we found the poor creature in the jaws -- this time, Baby's jaws, and he didn't want to let go. We applied our usual mother-cat-grasping-the-kitten-by-the-back-of-the-neck maneuver to pop the squirrel out, but the jaws wouldn't give. Applying considerable force, without wanting to hurt our own precious feline, we finally got Baby to release the squirrel and continued our hold on the pussycat till the dazed Sciuroid had a chance to regain its composure and run back up the tree. The little fellow rested a few feet up for some time and then scurried off towards the upper branches.

Just inside on the other side of the door, Tiny was all eyes and ears, requesting a full report.

Comments

[Don]

LOL...I think I have a relative of Baby, looks and acts identical. When we all used to live out in the country he'd bring us all kinds of little creatures.