When I married her and moved her to New Jersey from Toronto, the wife informed me that she'd left her family, friends, job, and house... and she sure as shootin' would NOT be leaving her cat. So, Bernie came with her and I was suddenly a cat person. Apparently a responsible person who is owned by a cat (if there's a cat in your house you know what I'm talking about - it's not like a dog person owning a canine) won't let said cat out, then you must bring entertainment IN. And the way to do that is to provide "kitty vision". In my wife's mind this meant a bird feeder very close to Bernie's favorite window. Bernie was pleased - the aim of every good human owned by a cat. The squirrels at first were an added entertainment for Bernie until one day when she got particularly excited at the creature in the feeder and when we looked closer, we realized it did not have a bushy tail. The rats found the seed shuffled to the ground by the squirrels was easier pickin's than the corn next door where the geese took offense at the critters helping themselves. Then they found out that if they climbed up an easy trunk, there was a whole lot of food to be had without sorting through the husks the birds dropped. Bernie lost her kitty vision and we spent a few weekends killing off the rat family. THEREFORE - all squirrels are bad.
OK - so now I have made squirrel brushes and the wife finds it somehow satisfying that she's getting back at the ornery fur balls for the whole rat fiasco.
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