Poor Tobias is beset on every side. First The Squirrel, then Bunny, hissing and growling at him constantly, and then his archenemy, The Squirrel, back with a bagel, and taunting him from just a few inches away. He got tired of being polite in the face of Bunny’s constant insolence, and took a few swipes at her to put her in her place. I thought for a while that I might need to take Bunny to a cat hotel for the remainder of her visit, but the swipes seem to have been effective in calming her down. Perhaps we can be a happy family until Bunny’s mummy returns to retrieve her.
|Tormenter with Bagel|
Sadly, there is not much he can do about the squirrel. Years ago, when Michael was the cat-man of the family, we had a real squirrel invasion. They were in our attic, having orgies right over the heads of Rebecca and me - all night parties every night. We were pretty upset about it, I can tell you. Those squirrels were the boldest things! One of them, after biting himself a little entry door, ventured onto our enclosed back porch. However, Michael the fierce was too much for him. Michael crept out, sprang forth, and bit the intruder’s tail right off. Imagine our shock when Michael proudly strode into the kitchen, seemingly wearing a Pancho Villa moustache – the squirrel tail he was holding in his mouth. Aghast, we tried to take it from him, but he hissed that he was keeping his prize. That evening when the nightly squirrel party started anew, Rebecca said that she was comforted by thinking that one of them was up there nursing his stump.