Crusader Squirrel

Agatha’s tail was lashing so furiously that I knew something was outside the window, but this was a bit of a surprise.


The squirrel was chillin’ so insouciantly that I, and the bathrobe-clad client (a cat lover, serendipitiously) who had come out to see, were a bit worried he might be ill or hurt. But no, he was just there to mess with Aggie’s head, at some length and with apparent unconcern about the humans looming over her.


A second after I got this shot he broad-jumped into the holly bush and disappeared from sight. Ours anyway. Aggie kept on staring.

“Is there an extra charge for this?” my client asked as she returned to the massage room.

“Entertainment is complimentary,” I said.


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