“I see the Poo looking at me, but if I stay very very still, maybe she’ll go away…” “Hmm… she’s still looking at me. Why won’t she go away?” “I’m tired of waiting. I’m going to haul ass for the nearest fence, and trust that I can go faster than those portly little legs can carry her.” (The squirrel was pretty much over the fence before Miz Poo knew what was going on) Such a purty boy. “I am NOT too big for this thing, I am NOT too big for this thing…” “Meh.” “Me-yawwwwwwn.”]]>