The silly squirrel chirps and barks at me in anger. He wants me away from his tree? Ha! Fat chance! I defy his angry warnings and lope around the base of the catalpa. This is after all, my yard. What right does a squirrel have to tell me what to do?
He’s silent for a second.
Well now that we’ve got that out of the way, do you feel better mr. squirrel? No? How about we work out our differences? I jump onto the trunk of the tree, digging my claws into the bark. That jump was a little higher than I thought. I inch up the tree. I don’t know how high I can go, but cats always land on their feet, right?
It’s ok, squirrelly, I’m just coming to have a little chat. See? I’m not gonna hurt you (my claws are a bit busy keeping me in this damn tree. Why would you spend ALL your time in one of these?)
YES! I reached the lowest branch! I’m higher above the ground than the height of most humans! Where’d that pesky squirrel go?
Yeah, not quite as loud now are you? That’s right, you inch away. If I made it this high, I can get to you. That branch is only a few feet away. Look at how high I’ve climbed already?
Wow… That’s kind of high. How am I supposed to get down? Hmmm… Well, I’m sure I can just run down the trunk. But I’d better not go toooo much higher. Just a couple branches. Give that squirrel a little bit to worry about.
What’s my silly human doing out here?
“Tulip! Tulip Come down!” Snap, Snap.
Really? As if snapping her fingers is going to get me down. I’m fine. Go back inside. Leave me alone.
BWAHA! Didn’t think I was still paying attention to you, did ya, squirrelly?
I’m gonna getcha!
Okaaaay…. I guess I’ll let you live. This time.
Just because I don’t want my silly human to worry about me in this tree.
Now, to get down…… Ok, here goes..
clackety, scrape sliiiiide
Ooh, that was fun! I’ll definitely be doing that again. Watch out squirrelly! I’ll be back!