Some of you have already seen this idyllic scene with Nutmeg asleep on my desk. But I want you to understand that it was an unusual occasion. Things are not usually so peaceful chez Schriber. Take this morning, for example.
There I was, still in robe and slippers, enjoying a second cup of coffee and checking out what friends were up to on Facebook. Then came a crash from the next room, followed by thundering paws. (Yes, cats can make a great deal of noise when they are in the mood). The little gray cat (Swizzle) flew straight across my desk, narrowly missing the coffee mug before crashing to the floor in a pile of books. The big orange dude (Dundee hissed at the black one (Miz-Miz) , telling her to get off the couch so he could have it. Her answer does not bear repeating.
I turned around to look daggers at all of them and realized they were all staring at the ceiling. Now, cats do that frequently. I always suspect they are just trying to get me to look, so they can laugh behind my back. But not this time. Let me set the scene. My small office has a cathedral ceiling, and its only window is one of those with a half-circle window above the one that opens. (There’s a fancy name for that, isn’t there?)
Anyway, I finally realized that they were looking at that half-circle, and Dundee was making loud chattering sounds.
And looking into the office was a fairly large squirrel. He was hanging upside down from the window frame and wiggling his nose at all of us. A squirrel? Haven’t seen one around here since the contractors wiped out a woodland to build our condo community. They named the complex “The Oaks” but the only trees left were some twigs they stuck in the ground to replace all those lovely live oaks. However, it’s been 10 years now, and the twigs are higher than the rooftops, And for the first time, they have produced a bumper crop of acorns. I suppose it was only a matter of time before the squirrels discovered that all cats living here have to stay inside, and all dogs must be on leashes.
So welcome to the neighborhood, Mr. Peeping Tom Squirrel. I hope you enjoy your acorns, but if you must scamper across my roof and watch me through my window, I’d be grateful if you would wait until I’ve finished my coffee.