I got rid of my TV in 1990. But I love watching reality shows. The other day, my cat and I are watching one called “backyard”, when a squirrel scampers onto the back porch turns around, and starts waving his tail in the cats direction. The squirrels do this a lot: it is a kind of death defying game. The cat is crouched in his sprinters stance, and I yank open the back door. The cat is out like a shot, and the squirrel takes off toward the tree. It is all over in seconds. It was close - it seemed like the cat was going to get the tail, but the tail was yanked forward at the last split second, and they were up the tree, where the squirrel quickly pulled ahead.
I got rid of my TV in 1990. But I love watching reality shows. The other day, my cat and I are watching one called “backyard”, when a squirrel scampers onto the back porch turns around, and starts waving his tail in the cats direction. The squirrels do this a lot: it is a kind of death defying game. The cat is crouched in his sprinters stance, and I yank open the back door. The cat is out like a shot, and the squirrel takes off toward the tree. It is all over in seconds. It was close - it seemed like the cat was going to get the tail, but the tail was yanked forward at the last split second, and they were up the tree, where the squirrel quickly pulled ahead.