I have concluded that the squirrels in Georgia have an attitude problem. Here's why:
I decided to go for a walk in the woods behind our house, just because it was such a nice autumn day. Bootsy, our cat who acts like a dog, followed me. We stopped when we got to the river. That's when the squirrel appeared. It flicked its big bushy tail and ran right at me.
Why are you coming at me? I thought. Don't I look like a big scary thing?
I stood there while it came within two feet.
Meanwhile, Bootsy was in full stalk mode. He crouched patiently in the leaves, waiting to make his move. Suddenly, the cat pounced.
The squirrel took off like a bat out of you know where. I figured he'd retreat, deep into the woods, and never be seen again. But no.
That stupid rodent turned around and ran back towards me with the cat following close behind. Then it veered sharply and ran up a tree. Bootsy followed about half-way up, but then decided it wasn't worth it. He came back down and left the squirrel in the tree.
Apparently, squirrel was quite pleased with himself. He came down the tree trunk head first and chattered at Bootsy. It sounded a lot like a laugh.
Yeah, go ahead squirrel, laugh. I thought. Tomorrow you might not be so lucky. I've seen my feline friend decapitate some of your buddies. You're going to end up haunting these woods as a headless fur ball if you don't change your attitude!