The squirrels are mating on my balcony again and it's making my cat crazy. They did this at about the same time yesterday, although for all I know it could be two completely different rodents who have decided that my balcony is the squirrel equivalent of the back seat of Dad's Toyota Corolla on Lover's Lane only with more room. It's a fascinating process, my cat hypnotized and her tail doing a squirrel imitation of its own at twice it's normal size and thwacking itself all over the floor. The happy couple is close enough to touch if I open the sliding door and I realize that it must be some weird coincidence that I would see this strange spectacle twice in one week at such close range. Then again, coincidence is more common than we think.
At least they aren't ripping up my barbecue.