Our Squatter

Hi....It's me...Annie Grace....
We have survived yet another glazing of snow (Yoda.......I am sure you miss this but talk to me in August...from Atlanta) to which I managed to escape bonding when I protested that the smell of Thai Curry Chicken simmering was too potent for my delicate nose. I escape by sleeping...upstairs.......all night. As she creeps up the stairs, I hear her coming and although I was mid-way through cleaning my left front paw....I freeze, go limp, close my eyes and just mentally remove her from my world feigning sleep. It works. Now I hear her again this time I open one eye 1/8th and almost snorted out loud. She looks like she just came in from climbing a mountain in Alaska. So I ask her WHAT she is doing! "Oh Annie, I was outside to make sure the squatter/bear is not coming back. I have some snow here in this bowl, would you mind if I get a paw print from you to rule out a domestic cat?" I blink....about 50 times...repeating my mantra "There's no place like home...there's no place like home"....in Polish. I have never touched snow on my paws in my life. I am laying on a warm fleece blanket, just about perfectly groomed and you want me to get up....place my paw in a bowl of snow? "Yes...please" The Lady says. I give her The HHTT Look for about 3 minutes until she leaves Seriously...... I could care less WHAT it is....IT has no bearing on my world and I am suspect that we have a bear (polar or brown), fox, bobcat or fisher cat living here and I do not feel I should be paw printed like a common criminal. We will not be speaking......for at least 3 hours until....I feel like it.
I have figured out that if there is a church on your own street.....the road is always plowed by Sunday mornings, so she will be gone tomorrow with the house still smelling like Thai Curry Chicken.