Tonight as I went for a walk in my neighborhood, I was overwhelmed by all the nature in suburbia. First, there was a squirrel on the forest floor, then there was the butterfly by the flowers, the turtle crossing the driveway, the puppy on a leash, and another squirrel crossing the road down yonder. Instead of enjoying this trek into the wilds of the neighborhood, I just kept reliving the harrowing experience of little kitty turned squirrel-murderer. I am not as concerned about the turtle – it probably can snap. The butterfly can just flit away, and the puppy, well it would for sure win against the cat.
But that squirrel? Those innocent squirrels? When I saw the first one, I just wanted to shout, “Run away, little buddy! Run as fast as you can!” When I saw the second one, actually IN the street, so similar to the scene of the crime of last week, I just wanted to invite the poor little squirrel home with me, to safety.
And then I wondered, “does the squirrel even know the danger it is in? Someone needs to tell it!” Then I pictured myself picketing the streets with signs, “Save the squirrels” and “Cats are not your friend!” so that they will know. But then I got to wondering, can squirrels even read?
So now I have decided that one of my summer hobbies will be holding summer school, literacy focused classes, at the local parks around the cities, teaching squirrels to read, so I can make signs to inform them of the eminent danger they are in from orange cats.