Gavin here, Mom said I could write the blog tonight.  Boy is Mom completely ticked off at the squirrels.  Tree rats she calls them.  While Patty and I were enjoying the AC, it seems that those sneaky critters went and built a nest in her magnolia tree.  Then they started stealing tomatoes and had the nerve to sit on her bench by the back door and eat them!

     Patty says she could scare them off if only she could climb the tree.  We’ve both tried but we don’t have any cat blood in us so it didn’t work.  The danged old tree rat laughed at us but then so did Mom.  Now that it’s cooler outside we’re patrolling the yard more often.

     The tree rat cusses at us from the top of the magnolia.  Patty and I pretend we can’t hear him and maybe he’ll come closer. 

     Dad says it’s time to get out the have-a-heart traps again.  He said something about relocating the fluffy tailed rats.  I don’t know what relocating means but I growled about it at the squirrel tonight.