But Call Me Betsy

In our office! Sweeten has always had a little squirrel problem, but I think we've now reached critical mass. Yesterday, Jason and I watched a fat squirrel run back and forth across his desk. It had arrived from the hole in his floor (see below). Even though we've set feral traps, the squirrels will not go for the peanut butter. Why should they? There's plenty of chocolate around that tastes much better and doesn't cause you to be trapped in a cage. This is Franco, Leigh Ann's cat. I went with her yesterday to pick him up for the vet, where he had his teeth cleaned. They gave her liver-flavored toothpaste to periodically rub on his teeth. Know what my cats get? The occasional can of smelly wet foot, divided by three.

Hi, this is Franco, Leigh Ann's latest pet acquisition. Franco loves natural cat litter, catnip mice, and sleeping under the bed. He is not self-conscious about the skunk-like stripe down his nose. See? Isn't he grand? He belongs right on the set of a Three Musketeers film. Or, like, the kids version of Puss in Boots (not the softcore one). Look how green and slanty his eyes are. He is suspicious. And fierce, even though he has been declawed. NOT by Leigh Ann. He came that way. And he would like you to choose him for the handsomest cat-in-hat/cat-in-not-hat.