I have just witnessed a squirrel screaming at Louis Catorze, and I think it might be the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.
Initially, when I heard the sound, I thought it was a magpie or a crow. I wouldn’t ordinarily bother to investigate such sounds, because I know that Catorze probably started it and that he can handle himself. But, when the noise didn’t stop, part of me wondered whether Catorze was being sick. His usual puke sounds aren’t quite this persistent or nasal, but I would have felt bad if he’d had something stuck in his throat and I hadn’t tried to help him.
I’m not sure I was even aware that squirrels could make sounds. Now, I am. And this isn’t a sound that I’ll forget in a hurry:
Although you can’t see Catorze fully, you can see his little feet a couple of seconds in, under the table, walking past. Yes, he walked away languidly and lazily, as if he thought, “I just can’t be bothered with this”.
The squirrel gave a few more seconds of, “Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you! Oy! OYYYY!” Then, as soon as Catorze was indoors, the noise stopped.
I don’t know what this means but, since the little sod’s relations with the squirrels haven’t exactly been positive over the years, what with attempted pursuits up telegraph poles even when Côned, lopped-off tails and all, I can’t imagine that anything good is about to happen.
Catorze knows where this is heading, but he has invoked his right to remain silent (for once).
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