While July 6, 2017 will always be a dark day in my life as it was the evening my Dad passed away… before I fully knew what would be in store for me that night, I received a rather welcome distraction that morning which started with a very loud rendition of the Squirrel Alarm.
That loud screeching/barking sound you might hear on occasion coming from the trees is likely a squirrel who has discovered a perceived threat and is broadcasting the message to every squirrel in earshot. This squirrel alarm was even more rousing than usual, as it was multiple squirrels who were sounding off outside my door. I spotted one of the noisemaking squirrels in my neighbor’s tree, and then I spotted the threat….
The cat I came to affectionately call Sewie was on the prowl, or at least lurking about. And that had the squirrels on edge. The following Saturday, I processed the pictures I took that morning and added my own dialogue to turn these photos into an over-dramatized story, which will be presented this week as my 41st favorite Saturday Squirrel exactly as it appeared five years ago….
Uh oh! One of my sciurines in arms has sounded the alarm! I wonder what’s up! Hopefully it’s just another false alarm like when Ralph stubbed his toe on that giant acorn last week and….
HOLY SHIT!!!! Is that what I think it is!?!?!?
Well, poop. Looks like the stupid tree rat has spotted me. Not that it will keep such a skilled hunter as myself from having a nice, fat squirrel supper tonight.
Does he see me? Does he see me!?!? Oh shit, I think he does! What to do, what to do!?!?!?
Maybe if I just lay here and look cute, the pussy beast will ignore me! Yeah, that’s the ticket!
You can’t stay up in that tree forever, you no good little tasty morsel. I’m in no hurry though….. take your time. It’ll just work up my appetite even more.
No good little……… what!?!? Hey, you can’t talk to me like that! I’m a squirrel and I have rights too! I have the right to life, liberty, and………. um….. life! And if you think for one minute that some internet lolcat reject is going to intimidate me on my own turf….. well, let me tell you something mister, you’ve got another thing coming!!!!
(Licks lips) Not in aaaaaaaany hurry at all. Take your time, pal……………………
Oh geez….. what am I gonna do? Is there a deus ex machina in the house!?!?!?
Definitely an oldie but a goodie – I sure remember Sewie – wonder what ever happened to him…..
He had a family and they moved out a couple years ago… though he rarely showed up for about a year before that, so I don’t think they were letting him outside as much. I miss him and my other front door cats I had back then…
haha love this! Also I miss seeing Sewie, too. 🙂
I do too! Unlike the other two cats I fed at my door, at least I know Sewie was safe and sound and he only disappeared because his family moved away…
Oh that is good to know. All the cats we’ve fed over the years like that have dwindled to none now. I never know what happened to them or where they went.
ooh hos great… and the bow has the same osition like the branch that is the perfect camouflage… no humans can do that
Yeah, but that squirrel’s gonna have to grow some moss if he really wants to blend in!
Sewie is/was a gorgeous cat and I see he is nicely belled so his prey can hear him coming!
I don’t think I ever heard the bell actually make any noise! In fact, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t until a commenter here pointed it out that I even realized Sewie was wearing a belled collar!
His fur probably dampened any sound!
Cats learn quickly to move in a way the bell doesn’t ring. A bit like in Oliver Twist, where the orphans learn on a bell-doll to pick a pocket.
Sewie was no dummy, so I believe you are right…
ES…I have missed you and think of you often while I drink from my mugs…
I am trying again to blog as meself, if you’d like to check it out. Hope you are well!!
It’s been a while! Good to hear from you again, and the new blog is on follow…
I won’t be as active but I’m really looking forward to being here again.
I love how Sewie is just waiting for dinner to come for him rather than racing up the tree after it…
Sewie is very persuasive at getting his food to come to him. Kind of like when that can of cat food would always be magically put on the porch when he’d stop by my door…
Aww Sewie…miss that handsome fella. And yeah, you know I was rooting for him.