Staredown at the OK Corral.

This morning I missed the early bus by about 2 minutes, which meant I got to hang out in my apartment for another 15 minutes and witness this fascinating exchange of stares between Her Majesty and the squirrel who was doing a bang-up job vacuuming the leftover seeds the birds dropped from the hanging birdfeeder:



OK... mostly it was just Her Majesty staring at the squirrel.

I've never seen a cat's neck crane so much as hers did when she refused to budge from her vantage hiding spot, yet she HAD TO SEE what the squirrel could possibly be doing over in the corner of the balcony. Her new nickname? Geoffrey (as in, "the giraffe").