Sneaky Squirrel

First off, Squirrel isn't really a squirrel, he's a Chihuahua.  I was going to say tiny, or little, but that would be a bit redundant, don't you think?


Squirrel is so named because he's a very squirrely fellow.  Cute as a button, sweet as candy, but squirrely.  He is afraid of his own shadow, and so he runs and hides if someone breathes loudly.  If someone slams a door, Squirrel runs and hides.  If you make too much noise with your silverware, Squirrel is in "the fort" - a pile of blankets in a dark corner. 



Squirrel is a friend to all other animals.  Unfortunately many of them, including my big fat cats, are not a friend to Squirrel.  For his own safety there is a piece of wood across the stairway landing which is supposed to keep Squirrel downstairs, out of the reach of the Catzillas.  The cats go where they wish, but they don't want to see Squirrel in their domain.


This genius plan has worked just fine, until recently when squirrely Squirrel decided he was small enough and squirrely enough to always get around, over, under or through the wooden barricade.  Once upstairs he finds a place to hide and hide he does.  Until he decides to come out, I won't see him again.


Sneaky Squirrel.