Here’s the squirrel on my patio eating. Then when the food is gone, he comes to the door and stares at me. He means business and I won’t cross him.

I’m a Sox fan, first game with my grandfather in 1959, and I know this is true.

I always liked this Bill Veeck quote

Looks more like Claes Oldenburg

Now, here’s my squirrel friend.

You are right! That’s what I get for using my phone and posting without my glasses.

Here’s who got rid of the rat; my feral cat friend Mittens. He was also aided by another cat, Smoky, who is all gray.

Oh no! He’s my friend. Probably because I feed him. The corn cob was finit; that’s why he came to my door looking for more.

Fortunately, my patio door was locked.

Here’s a sign for a business near my house. Turns out they’re a graphic design firm.