Gracie missed out terribly from our little adventure and no amount of coaxing or treats will make her set foot in the House of Fun. To her mind there is a big mean boy cat in there with a sock full of marbles and there is nothing that will change her mind. Nope. We even gave her squirrel cam and still she spat and hissed all the way back to the main house, dragging her newly washed tummy along the ground. Oh well, even more viewing space for us then.
Faith couldn't wait to break into the second CatPod and as ManSlave went to take out rubbish, Faith hooked her claws into him for a free ride out. She screamed and screamed at the door until he relented and let her in. She squeaked with delight and padded all over the freshly washed bedding and rubbed herself along the windows in excitement. That drew Lillibet from her bed and off she went, following her Mother, the two of them in cahoots about which was the best view point. I, of course, only went out to make sure they were safe and found to my delight that J1 really had moved out and we had, to Faith's delight, moved in! Gracie might get over it eventually?
Either way, even if squirrels do not hibernate, I totally get the bigger dray thing now and feel quite happy about watching them play and thrash each other for our amusement. Now, who is watching who? If only Squirrel was on the menu for Sunday Roasts!!