I can't lie. Since being home on maternity leave (and advised to stay still for 2 months before that), there is a significant possibility that I am going entirely stir crazy - sick of staring at these walls, tired of trying to find productive things to do, starving for interaction. And it seems I'll take interaction of any type...
This is Franco.
Earlier this week, Franco appeared at my sliding glass door, put his paws up on the window, and politely requested some peanuts.
I of course obliged because what if Franco is actually my Nana reincarnated?
When I texted Hubby to warn him of my indiscretion he wasn't super impressed, but he also didn't think much of it.
Then, last night, Franco returned! And, to my great astonishment, Hubby encouraged me to feed him.
Hubby: "Get him some peanuts!"
Me: "Really? Ok..."
Hubby: "No, put them close to the door, so he'll come closer."
Me: "Alright... Who are you by the way?"
Hubby: "No. Closer. Really close. CLOSE!"
Me: "Wow, ok, they're nice and close. What shall we name him?"
Tuxedo Cat: "WHOA. SQUIRREL. I'mma get it... SHHHH, you guys. Quiet. I'm working here."
As Tuxedo Cat sat at the door stalking poor Franco, Franco simply continued to eat his peanuts with zero interest in the idiot cat staring at him. I suspect that Franco is a seasoned squirrel - well versed in sliding-glass-door-peanut-eating, even when there are stupid cats nearby full of empty threats.
But then, this morning, I've recognized the error in my ways...
Ooops. We knew this would happen, didn't we.
When I texted Hubby, he called me a few minutes later. Uh oh. This merits a phone call?
Hubby: "What. Have. You. Done."
Me: "ME?! You encouraged me! Put it closer you said!"
Hubby: "Get my BB gun."
Me: "Nooo! That might be Nana!"
Hubby: "...? Um, I'm not sure where we go from here..."
Me: "Me neither."