Except my little forest friends don’t exactly “help” with the cooking and cleaning, they sort of mock me instead.
This is my fierce barn cat, Flash in the lower left. That is a rabid squirrel in the middle.
This little bugger is probably rabid, otherwise why would he be so calmly hanging out in my kitchen? Two feet from my cat. Well, maybe he’s just really smart and has pegged Flash for the innocuous de-clawed pussy she is. See what happens when you let a barn cat live in the house for a few days? This totally worthless and thoroughly spoiled house cat materializes. If you can’t tell, we have a bit of a squirrel infestation around these parts. This little fella was sitting on the front porch when I opened the door to take out the garbage. Instead of scampering off like a good little wild rodent should, he proceeded to head directly into my house, just exactly like a pet cat or dog would come in through the partially opened front door. Shutting it in his face a few times did no good, and by golly I was not going to be trapped in my house by a stupid squirrel, so I did the only reasonable thing. I called the cat over. Yeah- you can see how effective that was. The broom works much better.
This isn’t even the most obnoxious behavior from our little forest friends. The skunk sleeps under Christian’s playhouse and makes his presence known in the evenings (yes, you know what I mean), the possum hisses at me through the back window, the feral cats (there’s a black, an orange, a calico and a grey that lurk through) paw at the back door to be let in and eye Flash’s food and the raccoon chews up and destroys anything paper-like that is left on the patio overnight. Then there are the squirrels that run up to the cat, stick their butts out and shake their tails at her, just taunting her the chase them. It’s like they can smell her disinterest and can’t stand it.
This is what happens when you live in the city and there are no mangy coyotes to keep the varmints at bay.
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