The mystery of the Squatter....solved

Hi....It's me Annie Grace.......

I started my morning on a good note. Threw up...early. Used the litter box....loundly...early. Flung the Mary Kay lip balm off the table on to the hardwood floors....early Woke The Lady from her very deep slumber......early. Got my one minuscule tablespoon of Sheba...duck flavored and now feeling quite content I ask The Lady where she was so late last night. She tells me "out". Well I am suspect as to where based on the fact I know that George Clooney is on the east coast and I fear she was hanging out at the train station hoping he would stop through town. "So Mommy Dearest.....where were you?" I ask again while chewing on the Bloomingdale Catalogue that she really did throw out without opening it. She is busy trying to convert the temperature to C from F. She found a setting on her car that now reads in C not F and has adjusted the language to Dutch. Please keep in mind...she can not compute a checkbook. Her temporary metric conversion....will not last. Finally after giving up she turns and looks at me to which I mentally am thinking she forgot her eye cream last night while saying "Oh Annie.....I had a date". I just about threw up again. A WHAT? No seriously.....I know she tends to exaggerate but I almost believe her. Let's be honest, I highly doubt it was George or Hugh but now I am curious. As you can imagine it was a rather lengthy story so I will summarize for everyone so you don't have to endure what I did.

She went on a date.

Now she is coming back in from checking to see if the squatter is back as it was snowing all last night and there is shock in her eyes. "Oh Annie......you are not going to believe this. I saw it. Up close it was 5 feet away and it never even ran away. It's beautiful!" She says. As I am cleaning my right paw and still pondering that someone CHOSE to spend time with her and have dinner with her without being hostage, I ask "What is it?" A fox ..... I am told. I KNEW IT! Paw printing me in a bowl of snow for identification was a waste of my time. By the way....it's male. She watched it "mark" her boxwood. I am now suggesting to her that we just LEAVE IT ALONE.... after we name it. We have named it Fred...the Fox. I am quite sure when our Toad comes back from Miami in the spring. It won't be happy.