Sequel to: Squirrels-Just-Wanna-Have-Fun.

Oh, yes, those squirrels…they lead us on, they chatter incessantly, scream when we don’t listen but their biggest talent is survival.  So continues the saga of L’il Rascal, L’il Scalawag and L’il Angel, the Sequel to our post: Squirrels-Just-Wanna-Have-Fun.

Early the following morning or there about, the brothers were back with their shy grey sister, L’il Angel.  As you can guess, now L’il Rascal and L’il Scalawag did not even bother hiding but frolicked around the shed room floor with wild abandon.  They gnawed holes in our bags of cat food (they really liked the expensive brand) and just played around as L’il Angel nervously peaked around the recycling bin, refusing to join in with her brothers’ mischievous behavior.

Now Wonder Boy has a theory that most of the criminals are locked up today because somewhere, some way, women they knew, talked.  His assumption has been proved by watching all the Reality Cop Shows, wherein women, whose sense of justice sometimes overcome their fear, will spill the beans, and or press their family members to ‘fess up.  That is why we believe L’il Angel went back to Mamma Squirrel and told her that L’il Rascal and L’il Scalawag no longer acted like Wildlife. They seemed to think they were the family pets.  You know that could only end in disaster.

‘Enough’, said Mama Squirrel and she waited to the evening fell, and the family were all snoring in their beds.  Off she went to reclaim her babies and to take them off to the land of squirrels in the great outdoors, that had magnificent trees, hundreds of years old, wherein you could hide in their thick green foliage, on a branch spacious enough to house a family of five (Mama, Papa, L’il Rascal, L’il Scalawag and L’il Angel Squirrel).    Only when Mama arrived, in the land of towering trees with branches reaching to heaven, did she notice that L’il Rascal was MIA (missing in action).  Fine, she reasoned, she would leave him in the shed room another day and make him stew a bit, miss them, then he would be happy to join his family way up in the tree top.

The next morning arrived.  When Momma opened the door to the shed room there was L’il Rascal, front and centre to greet them. Now he was a L’il Kling-On because he absolutely attached himself to their feet, climbing up their pant legs.

When they tried to shake him off, he stood on his hind legs, little paws together in prayer, beseeching them with his little beady eyes to understand.  They were his family now. How would they treat a pet so abysmally? Momma quickly barred his entrance in to the kitchen with a recycling bin.  There was a line and no way would he be allowed to step over it no matter how handsome a little black squirrel he was.

Momma, (not like her father before her), would not wage a battle every time she opened the shed room door. All possible courses of action were laid out with RIP Daddy.  After much discussion, with much pity, RIP Daddy put on gloves, picked up L’il Rascal and deposited him on the steps.  L’il Rascal was perplexed.  Why was he being ejected?  What had he done but love us?  L’il Rascal’s questioning eyes broke RIP Daddy’s heart, so he stooped down, scooped him up and returned him to the shed room floor.  L’il Rascal scurried over to his favorite recycling bin, climbed in, covering under the daily newspaper.

When Momma went out later, L’il Rascal purred and cooed to let her know his location (and to let her know he won, she lost). Momma did not know that was the last purring and cooing they would hear.  Now they can not swear this is what happened but like to think, in the still of the dark night, Mama Squirrel who understood her Prodigal Son came and gathered him up. Yes, they believe L’il Rascal went willingly, finally adventured to capacity, eager not only to tell his tale but also to embrace a squirrel’s life.

Momma says she saw evidence of L’il Rascal today in her back garden.  All the pods had been stripped off her pussy will bush. Also, she is  sure it was you, L’il Rascal, streaking down the sidewalk, L’il Scalawag and L’il Angel trying in vain to catch up with you.  Please, remember to look both ways before you cross the street.  Momma would feel so guilty, if you ended up as road kill.  Momma can’t believe she is saying this, but it has been very quiet in the shed room, since you left.  They kind of miss your family.  For sure, they will never forget you.

So Bye, Bye, Bye, L’il Rascal, Bye, Bye.