The flying (gliding) squirrel is a sassy critter and my parents long-haired yellow cat, Dew Drop, is in love with them.
She hunts them down just as the sun has set, and she brings them in to play with, then kill, and leave for us to find. We thought she was raiding nest at night, but after reading up on them, she’s not raiding their nest, she hunting them down as they are nocturnal animals. Who knew?!
Every time she brings one in, we try to take it away from her, but it’s usually too wounded to be able to survive, so we run her outside to do her killing. Now I understand, these aren’t babies, they are adults. It’s amazing what one learns when they read, lol.
With the above said, my family and I went out for dinner together Saturday night. We returned home to find de-feathered finch and my sister’s cat setting beside it and doing her soft meow – look what I got for you. We removed the poor baby and my sister vacuumed up the feathers. Cats are predators, so there’s nothing we can do, especially when you live in the country. It’s survival of the fittest out there.
Sunday morning I was awaken by screaming and things falling and as I was trying to wake up to figure out what was going on, my mother yells “Melissa get out of bed. One of these cats have brought in a baby squirrel!!!” These cats aren’t mine. I don’t do cats for this exact reason. I’m a dog person. Needless to say, I literally stumbled out of bed, and walked into the kitchen to see if I can find it. The little sucker zoomed right past me doing a 100. I waited until I had him in the living room, shut both the doors and my sister and I went to work.
You’ve seen kids chasing rabbits or chickens and just when they think they have it, it runs between their legs? Well, we managed to get a towel over him/her 3 times and just as I was trying to get my hands on it, out from under there it would come. We realized it was a gliding squirrel when we had it cornered on the book case and just as I reached for it, it gracefully opened its legs and over our head it went. My sister and I looked at each other like ‘did that just happen’ and we both opened the doors, called in the cats and told the parents it was a gliding squirrel, there was no way we were going to catch it.
With only 30 minutes to get ready for church, I had to borrow a Bible and a jacket because it had made it into my room, and the cat was giving chase. Once at church, the pastor asked if we had any prayer requests, my sister and I looked at each other, started laughing and I raised my hand, “Please pray we manage to get the squirrel out of the house through the doggy door before the cats catch it.” I was serious, there were some snickering, but I didn’t care. Church got under way and after a bit we were dismissed.
After church, I eased opened the porch door, hoping to see it hanging from the rafters ready to go home, but nothing. I unlocked the door and when I walked into my room, there it was, sitting on my alarm clock, looking at me like this was all my fault. Oh and the cat was sitting on my bed ‘chirping’. I looked at the squirrel, started easing up to it, and talking in a low voice. The poor thing was so scared and was doing its head side to side the way a dog does when it hears something it can’t place. All of the sudden, gliders out and across the room it went. Lucky for it, I had just turned off the fan, otherwise, he would’ve been knocked down by the fan. It was back and forth like this for a few minutes, then I backed out of the room and took the cat with me. All of the sudden it came running out of my room and ran straight to the back. It stopped short of the back door and went into the other room. I had my sister stand in the door way to keep him from going back into the main part of the house.
I went into the bedroom and ran it, out and my sister made noise in the door way, so it turned and went out the back door. I slammed the door, put the doggy door down and we gave each other high fives, lol. Then I went out on the back porch opened the door, found it and ran it toward freedom. It worked!!!!
There, I had managed to get my exercise before and after church, OMG!
We sat down to eat and the parents started laughing and my sister called me ‘the squirrel whisperer’. Hmmm, I have to find a way to keep the cat from bringing those things in. She apparently brought it in Saturday night and the poor thing was in the house all night and would’ve gone unnoticed had the cats not ganged up on it to try and catch it yesterday morning.
For now, all’s well that ends well….