Had a pet squirrel when I was a kid. She rode into the house on my shoulder one day and leaped from there to the top of the xmas tree. Turned over the tree, jumped to the top of the drapes…pulled down the drapery rod. Took off through the house chased by the dog…I was in the doghouse for a week, and the squirrel was banned from the house.
Some of them have better judgment – I lived by one once that would come up and scratch on the door for food and never try to come in, even when the door was wide open, but would stand about 24" out and wait to be fed.
We leave the outside porch door open so the cat can go out more easily. But there are a couple of squirrels that like to investigate the porch, and they have terrorized the cat. One day, cat was in the porch, a squirrel came in, and the door wasn’t open far enough for the squirrel to get out. I had to open the inside door to let a scared cat IN while hoping the squirrel wouldn’t try to escape into the house, then close the inside door and open the outside one so the squirrel could leap off a windowsill, across porch and out. It was very funny afterwards.
Kind of memory producing. About 1960, parents planted a peach tree in the yard, then it became all of our jobs to keep the squirrels away. Did pretty well at that, but as winter came on, the Old Man would put up a bird feeder and fill it with seed, and then try to figure out how to keep the squirrels out. I, at ten, found a way. For some reason, my parents never ate the heels from a loaf of bread, and I used to tear them up and toss them to the squirrels. They got to anticipate my gift-giving, and would wait for their “treat” about the time I was going to leave for school. As they got more used to me, they would climb the scree door looking for their handouts. Spring came, with eariler daylight, and at times I would sit on the back porch and coax the critters up to me to takje the bread out of my hand. Then, one Saturday, as I was sitting there, one squirrel climbed into my lap. It ran off but quickly returned with two little ones. Warm fuzzys that day, when I heard a slight gasp behind me and found my step-mom watching the four of us “play.” Been pretty good with animals since then.
:) After ten years feeding the squirrels, chipmunks, raccoons and birds, I have to keep watch that the squirrels don’t come into the house with the cats. When they hear the door open, they towards it instead of away from it.
medbarin almost 13 years ago
lol, very cute. _
Krumbs77 almost 13 years ago
If you go in little guy watch out for peekaboo
maestrabella67 almost 13 years ago
I wish a squirrel would scratch at my door! I’d let it in! ☺
ShadowBeast Premium Member almost 13 years ago
You can expect the insults to stop and the assault by kitten to begin.
sbwertz almost 13 years ago
Had a pet squirrel when I was a kid. She rode into the house on my shoulder one day and leaped from there to the top of the xmas tree. Turned over the tree, jumped to the top of the drapes…pulled down the drapery rod. Took off through the house chased by the dog…I was in the doghouse for a week, and the squirrel was banned from the house.
underwriter almost 13 years ago
Some of them have better judgment – I lived by one once that would come up and scratch on the door for food and never try to come in, even when the door was wide open, but would stand about 24" out and wait to be fed.
Puddleglum2 almost 13 years ago
Peekaboo will break your bones but names will never hurt you!
gosfreikempe almost 13 years ago
We leave the outside porch door open so the cat can go out more easily. But there are a couple of squirrels that like to investigate the porch, and they have terrorized the cat. One day, cat was in the porch, a squirrel came in, and the door wasn’t open far enough for the squirrel to get out. I had to open the inside door to let a scared cat IN while hoping the squirrel wouldn’t try to escape into the house, then close the inside door and open the outside one so the squirrel could leap off a windowsill, across porch and out. It was very funny afterwards.
yuggib almost 13 years ago
Kind of memory producing. About 1960, parents planted a peach tree in the yard, then it became all of our jobs to keep the squirrels away. Did pretty well at that, but as winter came on, the Old Man would put up a bird feeder and fill it with seed, and then try to figure out how to keep the squirrels out. I, at ten, found a way. For some reason, my parents never ate the heels from a loaf of bread, and I used to tear them up and toss them to the squirrels. They got to anticipate my gift-giving, and would wait for their “treat” about the time I was going to leave for school. As they got more used to me, they would climb the scree door looking for their handouts. Spring came, with eariler daylight, and at times I would sit on the back porch and coax the critters up to me to takje the bread out of my hand. Then, one Saturday, as I was sitting there, one squirrel climbed into my lap. It ran off but quickly returned with two little ones. Warm fuzzys that day, when I heard a slight gasp behind me and found my step-mom watching the four of us “play.” Been pretty good with animals since then.
Evirtinkelbell almost 13 years ago
Love your story Guy!! Thanks for sharing.
iced tea almost 13 years ago
Only a sick, rabid squirrel would come that close to a human.
HomewCats almost 13 years ago
:) After ten years feeding the squirrels, chipmunks, raccoons and birds, I have to keep watch that the squirrels don’t come into the house with the cats. When they hear the door open, they towards it instead of away from it.
Doctor11 almost 13 years ago
She’s not going to let you in, buddy.
tegm almost 13 years ago
lol, cats don’t scratch at the door! They meow for hours~