My bloging friend SW Anderson at Oh!Pinion would have gotten a kick out of my morning.
As I stepped off my porch I was watching the mother cat slink under the house. There is hidden away under there, where we can't get to them, a new litter of kittens.
Suddenly I realized I was about to step on a kitten which jumped onto my leg.
Startled I jumped away. The doggone thing followed me. Except it wasn't a kitten.
It is a baby squirrel!! And it continued to follow me.
Then it bounced into the azaleas where I knew Mama Cat was now waiting.
So I grabbed a hoe to guard the little thing from certain death.
It ran up the hoe! I shook it off and moved away. It bounded after me. I jumped to one side. It ran after me. I ran across the gravel. It bounced toward me. I froze. It climbed onto my shoe and then up my leg!
I am the adoptive daddy of a squirrel.
My neighbor Welton saw the commotion and grabbed a camera to preserve for posterity the image of his crazy neighbor dancing with a squirrel. Then his wife Jeannie joined us with a some broken pieces of pecan.
The squirrel ate from her hand. Welton disappeared and came out with a glass lid of water for the critter to use to wash down the pecan he had stored in his cheeks.
It ate from our hands. We petted it.
Unfortunately a tame squirrel in this neighborhood of a thousand cats may be doomed to a short life.
(Check a previous encounter with squirrels.)
I used my new Flip video camera to make a short movie of the little rascal chasing me around, eating pecans, and soaking up the love from his new friends.