There's a small, many-branched tree growing right outside one of the kitchen
windows.  My computer is set up on the kitchen table.  Out of the corner of
my eye, there's a movement.  I look over and there's a squirrel in the tree,
looking rather anxious.  "What are you doing, Mr. Squirrel?  That's not a
very sturdy tree."  You should have seen the look on its face when it
realized I was sitting not 5 feet away.  Then I noticed Schwartzy sitting on
the driveway, about 15 feet away.  Which is worse?  Human or Cat?

Jill