If only I were a better artist, damn these paws! I have the perfect trashy '30's pulp novel cover in my mind with that title, featuring Pom-Pom the upstairs neighbor.
Its hunting season, and she's been taking advantage of the healthy squirrel population that passes through the area en route to the giant walnut tree across the street. Ernie took me out to gawk tonight when he got home from work, and there she was, comfortably resting in her "squirrel stand," waiting for an unsuspecting fluffy tailed rodent to wander by.
I'm not judgin, but it seems Pom-Pom is getting wider and the squirrel population is getting scared. Damn girl, at least clean up those fluffy tail parts you left in the alley.
She looks like some sort of crazy squirrel eating monkey!