The Moose Sleeps on a Lower Branch

Well, it's a squirrel. Just sitting there, staring in my window. Not suspicious at all. Still staring. Stop it, squirrel.

At least it's not this.

The Return of Rocky the Fleeing Squirrel

Previously, on Rocky the Fleeing Squirrel....

First New Neighbor

Hey, remember when I moved from Manhattan to Los Angeles and made my First New Friend? (That was a friendship with its ups and downs, of course.)

Well, I'm now moving right into the heart of Los Angeles, and while unpacking I've met a new pal. I call him "Red." He (or she?) hangs out high in the tree and stares inside, checking me out.

Which is either very cute, or maybe a little creepy, depending how you look at it.