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Woke up at 6am. Fed cats. Checked e-mail. Looked at headlines. Chugged a half-gallon of OJ. Went back to bed.
Woke up at 8:30. Made tea. Read a little (re-reading LUCK IN THE SHADOWS). Fell back asleep, surrounded by cats.
Woke up at 10. Work ethic got me out of bed again. Drew back shades enough to determine it was indeed a gray, low-light day. Drank some more tea. Opened file. Started working. Cats still dead to the world.
10:05am. Noise behind me. I turn, and there is a small gray squirrel sitting outside my office window, looking in at me through the screen. Snub-snout, beady black eyes, very sharp claws, and a surprisingly open, not-at-all-worried-or-frantic body language. Ever see a zen squirrel? Part of his tail had been whacked off, leaving, rather than a bushy plume, a half-length nub with a wide white streak of fur across it. He put his wee claws on the screen and hung out for a while, just watching me, until Boomer strolled in from the bedroom. Both cats are now watching the window intently.
Sorry, Half-tail. I only adopt stray domesticated animals. And I don't think you'd appreciate Boomer's affections, anyway.
He was really cute, though. Even if he wasn't a proper Bronx Blackie.
(and yes, we really do have a large skunk or three living in the neighborhood -- we've sighted him/them a few times, coming home late at night. Also, neighbor down the hall says she sees raccoons all the time when she leaves for work at oh god early. Well, if the economy collapses at least we'll have food for a while....)
Woke up at 8:30. Made tea. Read a little (re-reading LUCK IN THE SHADOWS). Fell back asleep, surrounded by cats.
Woke up at 10. Work ethic got me out of bed again. Drew back shades enough to determine it was indeed a gray, low-light day. Drank some more tea. Opened file. Started working. Cats still dead to the world.
10:05am. Noise behind me. I turn, and there is a small gray squirrel sitting outside my office window, looking in at me through the screen. Snub-snout, beady black eyes, very sharp claws, and a surprisingly open, not-at-all-worried-or-frantic body language. Ever see a zen squirrel? Part of his tail had been whacked off, leaving, rather than a bushy plume, a half-length nub with a wide white streak of fur across it. He put his wee claws on the screen and hung out for a while, just watching me, until Boomer strolled in from the bedroom. Both cats are now watching the window intently.
Sorry, Half-tail. I only adopt stray domesticated animals. And I don't think you'd appreciate Boomer's affections, anyway.
He was really cute, though. Even if he wasn't a proper Bronx Blackie.
(and yes, we really do have a large skunk or three living in the neighborhood -- we've sighted him/them a few times, coming home late at night. Also, neighbor down the hall says she sees raccoons all the time when she leaves for work at oh god early. Well, if the economy collapses at least we'll have food for a while....)
