Tiggie made a bold move, and for the first time in the seven years he has lived here, he CAUGHT the squirrel"
The two of them rolled around in the mud, then they broke apart, stared at each other in shock, and then retreated to their usual spaces.
Tiggie came inside, covered with mud, and spent the morning washing up and giving us proud looks.
Maybe he secretly is part of the "catch and release" squirrel program.
That would be so like him.
The squirrel spent the morning screaming at Tiggie from a tree branch.
It got on our nerves after awhile, and we considered trying to go find the snake, and give it another shot at this particular critter.
Tiggie is keeping an eye on everything. And an eye is about all he is willing to offer, apparently, judging from the distance between him and the bird feeder.
Note that Hart did not get involved at all.
He had spent the night before keeping us up, so he was just trying to catch up on his sleep. Catching squirrels didn't interest him.
We kept finding him snoozing, and we'd toss him outside, but he kept sneaking back in.
Sometimes it is a really battle around here just to keep everything semi-normal.
By late afternoon things had settled down, we were out of milk, and I decided we should go on a date.
You know, "Friday Night Date Night?"
Between still being pretty tired from our Denver trip and Hart and all, going to get some milk sounded like about all I was up for.
But we rallied. Wearing matching white shirts and seer sucker bottoms (shorts for B., skirt for me) off we went, like a couple of dorks, to the store.
We knew they have wine tasting at the grocery store on Friday afternoon...now there's a romantic way to start the evening.
They even have cheese and crackers to go with the wine.
Lovely, lovely, lovely.
After that we did our weekly grocery shopping and headed home to unload our groceries.
But the fun wasn't over yet!
Bernie would like his own digital camera, so we each can have our own for an upcoming trip.
So we headed over the bridge to Best Buys to look at cameras.
While we were there, we took in a movie and got a massage.
The movie was something about camels in the wild or something.
We didn't stay for the ending.
The massage chairs were making us sleepy, and we still needed to drive home.
Yeah, they rock.