It would wait for me on the porch and when I tried to go out, it would run toward the door. Scared me, I ended up having to use the front door or set the dog on it. Although after a while it got to the dog as well and she did not want to go out there.

If they thought you had food they'd run right up your pant leg. They were terrifyingly tame and demanding of food.

They're all evil.

Maybe you have a friendly face and it hopes you'll take pity on him.

They're still cute. We feed our porch rats every day and one of the little varmints, if not fed on time, does body slams on our French doors.

We do call 'em our fuzzy tailed rats.

I made them tiny peanut butter sandwiches for breakfast this morning.

Can you tell we're currently between dogs? Our last baby girl died and we've not yet adopted another. When we do, our squirrel feeding days will be over.

She's the resident expert on rodents and vermin and critters that bite and rabies treatment.

Because that squirrel is looking for a mate and wants to get married

or maybe it's learning to shave

We had one in our yard with mange. We treated it successfully. We got the stuff you put into a walnut shell with some peanut butter. The trick was to rig it up so we could allow that squirrel to have the medicated treat, but none of the others. We ended up putting it under a wooden box that was rigged to a pulley that we could control from the kitchen window, to reveal the nut when the correct squirrel arrived.

It's the only way to make sure.

One female visitor to my deck looks like she is wearing pajama bottoms complete with a belt.