A tense moment for Mr. Squirrel

I was in my backyard a few days ago, taking pictures of my roses, when I got the distinct feeling that I was being watched. Then I heard a familiar chattering. I looked up to find this little guy giving me the what-for, as loudly as possible. He was really agitated! One glance toward the back door revealed the reason for all the commotion: our cat Lilo had sneaked outside and was staring at Mr. Squirrel from the patio, with murder in her eyes. I scooped her up and put her back in the house, order was restored to the kingdom, and we lived happily ever after. (Except for Lilo, who wasn't happy at all, but soon forgot why she was mad and went to sleep.) The end.