Feeling Squirrely

So Monday was Labor Day in the US, a day off work for many people, me included. A nice day to stay home, maybe grill out, go see a movie, something fun. We didn't have anything planned, having already done stuff on Saturday and on Sunday, including an extended family thing, except, perhaps to get to a movie at the cheap theater. This means that at 11:00 a.m., Irish was napping and I was reading, still in my nightshirt. I love days off! Anyway, I was sitting there and heard a rustling from the cats' room (which is a large closet under the eaves with a light installed; we put the litter, food, and water there). I thought nothing of it - until I noticed both cats running for the room. I woke Irish up, telling him there was something in the cats' room and they'd heard it too and he had to do something. He went in and came back saying, "It's a squirrel." I told him he needed to do something, catch it, something, don't let the cats get bit and get rabies! (He said, "What about me? Is it ok if I get bit and get rabies?" Well, of course not, but I figure he's smarter than the cats and wouldn't actually try to catch it with his bare paws, er hands - or teeth.) I moved to the bedroom - it's smallish and the door is always open because the bed blocks it. As I was standing there, I saw a small brown squirrel streak through the hall into the kitchen followed by both cats. I screamed (just a little) and yelled, "It's in the kitchen! You have to do something!" I didn't mean to be annoying but judging from Irish's response, I probably was (a little, anyway). Meanwhile the squirrel streaked past again, followed by both cats and I shoved the bed over and slammed the door shut. A couple of minutes later, Irish hollered that it was ok to come out now, the squirrel was in the cat carrier. Turns out, the cats chased in back to their room, Irish when in and shut the door and the squirrel saw the small dark space that was the inside of the carrier and hustled in. Irish got the door shut and was able to save the squirrel's life, save the cats from possible rabies (not to mention squirrel-murder), and allow me to leave the bedroom. Which was good, because it was too hot Labor Day and not having that cross breeze would've been miserable. Irish put the cat carrier on the landing and opened it. That poor little squirrel was off the porch, down the stairs, and back in his tree - looked like he flew.

Later in the evening we did go to the cheap theater to enjoy air conditioning, good popcorn, and the latest Indiana Jones movie - which was really good but a bit anti-climactic after the squirrel races earlier in the day!