Note to the Jazzi-kitty
My dearest Jazzi,
I understand. I really really do!
Now, to a certain extent, we must feel sorry for poor Gimpy-squirrel. She does, after all, have that leg that has never quite healed after it was so badly broken. And she IS the smallest of the squirrel gang, and Bruiser chases her every chance he can. And it's been a very hard winter up here in the North Country, and she probably wouldn't have made it through, if it hadn't been for our heated bird bath and our sunflower seeds and peanuts.
But I'm sure that doesn't give her the right to flaunt herself in front of you! Getting a drink from the window-mounted bird bath is one thing, and watching you stalk her so seriously - I mean, Jazzi, my love, you KNOW that they KNOW you are there, but you STILL TRY, and that's gotta be worth something in the long run.
But THEN Gimpy sits on the window ledge and munches seeds that fell from the window bird feeder! And you... oh, honey, you didn't have to start pounding your head against the glass. Granted, the flurry of paw patterings had no effect, but let us be honest, there isn't much up in that pretty head of yours to begin with. Pounding it against the glass probably won't help that any. And it certainly didn't phase Gimpy, who kept watching you with bright-eyed interest... and kept right on munching sunflower seeds, only an inch of window glass away from sheer death.
HOWEVER, that certainly didn't give Gimpy the right to turn around, shake her tail in your face and jump down to saunter away. Now, that was just plain rude.
And when you turned to me, with such a traumatized expression and WAILED to me, ("MOOOOOMMMAAAAA! Did you SEEEEEE THAT?!!!"), sweetie, my heart broke with yours.
PS: And no, you did NOT see me slipping peanuts to Gimpy later. Nope, that didn't happen. You must have been dreaming.