Well, I’m not sure what happened to the squirrel.  It did come out, we saw it run.  Paul figures it escaped because we didn’t hear it at night at all.  I sure hope so . . . I’d hate for it to run over my face as I’m sleeping!

James and I joined some friends to watch a volleyball tournament on Saturday.  James and his little buddy were dressed in team outfits, and of course drew lots of attention.  They had a great day.  Then we were off to the city to spend the night in a hotel, since Paul had a course.  It was nice, James and me even went to sleep at about 8:30.  He only woke up once at about 2, so that’s a HUGE improvement.  Hopefully it continues!

Today we did some major shppping, bought a sweet outfit for upcoming weddings and Thanksgiving too!  I can;t wait to dress him up in it, but he’s finally fallen asleep . . . yipee!

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“I think Eddie found a mouse”

“Good kitty Eddie!!!”

“CHA-CHA-CHA-CHA-CHA-CHA-CHA!”

SO not a sound a mouse makes.  Or Eddie.  Or James.

Paul got the flashlight out and shone it under the stove.  He made a concerned face and told me that it’s “bigger” than a mouse.  But he saw fur.  Oh. Dear. God.  He checked again and found .  .  . a squirrel.

Now what do we do?  How do we resce a poor little squirrel from our big brute of a kitty?  We can’t catch it, that’s for sure, but we’re not letting it live here!

Eddie’s keeping it under control until we figure it out, though!