We have a new furry friend. He and his mate have been visiting us just about every day out on the back deck. Sparty, however, does NOT want to be friends.
Can't say I blame him. I swear that squirrelly couple do everything in their power to drive Sparts to the brink of madness. Poor cat has been trying to claw his way through the back door. Since he has no claws in his front feet, I just hear his little toe pads rubbing the glass with a squork squork squork sound that has me practically rolling on the ground with laughter.
I watch as one of the furry fellas comes up about a foot away from the glass, turns his back to the cat and flaps his tail up and down, side to side. I can vividly imagine a sort of Alvin the Chipmunk voice taunting, "Here, kitty kitty! Don't I look taaaaaasty?"
I better get some more nuts at the store. I just threw my last handful out there. Ahem. Yes, I have been encouraging them to come back. I'm a baaaaaaad kitty momma.