On any normal day, Dave and I are woken not by an alarm clock, but the gentle, yet insistent purring of a 15 lb floof monster crushing our chests.
But the other morning, I awoke, and Burton was no where to be seen. Rupert and Relic were in their usual positions on the blanket box at the end of the bed. But Burton was nowhere in sight. It could only mean one thing…
We had visitors at the breakfast bar.

By the time I got downstairs, the peanuts I’d put out the night before were long gone. All the diners scampered off when I went out to serve up more. But it didn’t take them long to find their way back.
We spent a good hour at least watching this pair alternate. Both opted for take-out, which is fine with me – less mess to clean up when they are done!
Fun fact: Both of these little guys are Eastern Grey Squirrels,despite the fact that one is black.
Once the breakfast bar closed for the morning, there were some dramatics over the lack of service…
…but I promised them there would be a dinner service and all was well.











I tried it out with one of my dolls first, just to make sure everything was right. Then I sent if off to its new home and a very happy little girl.












