Busted

When the cats are away, the squirrels will play.  That doesn't mean the cats don't keep a close eye on their activities.  Ralph's and Celeste's heads were on swivels yesterday.    I had my own laugh, too.  After a quite chilly morning, the day warmed up nicely and, for a change, I took Bessie and a book out to sit on the deck.  Reading doesn't take much physical activity and Bess was napping in the sunshine when I caught motion out of the corner of my eye.  A squirrel was sneaking up on the deck on the ledge just outside the railing.  When I moved, the squirrel froze.  Busted!  It stayed still for the longest time before deciding to make a fast retreat.  It doesn't take much to amuse me.