Being able to wash yourself with something other than your mouth was the best evolutionary step humans made. OK, maybe standing upright and having opposable thumbs tops that, but it’s still pretty high up there, in my book.
I mean, c’mon…I know that twinkie-like cakes can be tasty treats for the human sweet tooth, but we can at least brush our teeth and go to the dentist. I’m not sure what surprised me more - seeing someone toss it to the squirrels, or see a squirrel actually eating it. It’s not exactly a nut or fruit, after all.
I may have posted this a long time ago, but if I did, that ancient blog entry is long gone, and since I was browsing old pics, here it is again. I believe this was on the Monterey coastline…semi-tame ground squirrels near the beach trail benches.
When I let Baby outside, I leave the sliding door open a bit so he can rush back in if he gets nervous. This afternoon I closed it so I could take these pictures. Yes, I’m so mean, no, Baby wasn’t actually terrified or anything, and yes, I let him back in.
Of course, as soon as I went outside again, he followed me right back out. I sat in a chair, and he walked in circles around the chair. I got up and walked to one side of the cement patio, and he followed. I walked to the other side, and he followed. I went back inside, he followed. He’s glued to my side, apparently.
And apparently, it’s Baby photos week on Candid Crimson.
My fuzzy hero. If you’ve don’t understand the post title reference, you’ve never seen Underdog. Shame on you.
Baby isn’t the smallest cat in the world. He’s not the biggest either, but that isn’t the point.
The point is, I remember when paper grocery bags were bigger. So does Baby.
