Bleargh

We try to discourage the squirrel and such from coming to the feeder and the deck when Peepers is around (we've put the food high up)...but today, we weren't quite fast enough, and Peepers got hold of a young squirrel. Before we could save him, he was mortally wounded. I wasn't home at the time, but Dave put the little squirrel in an old bird feeder lined with soft grass, hung it in a tree in the woods, and hoped he would get better - he was still breathing at that time. But when I got home, Dave told me about it, and when I went out to check on the squirrel, I saw that he had passed away.

*sigh* We feel so bad for the little squirrel, we'll probably hasten our getting Peepers indoors now (likely tomorrow). We were hoping to get another week of gaining his trust, but now, it seems more important to get him indoors. He had never shown any interest in the birds for the longest time, it's just been the last few days that he's looked at them more closely.

Not that we're not terribly impressed with with Peepers right now, but we are reminding ourselves that he is a cat, it's not his fault. It's what people kept cats around for, for millennia. We can't expect him to just "turn it off" whenever he wants.

Bleargh.