cute moment of the day:

Natasha and I were taking a walk yesterday when we came upon an unusual scene. On the porch of a small house by the side of the road there were two chairs. Sitting right in the middle of one as if he'd been there his whole life, was a little squirrel. He had active eyes like squirrels do, but was sitting quite still.

Then the door to the house opens a bit and a thin, wrinkled, but smiling old man's face appears. He sticks his cane through the crack in the door and wags it at the squirrel, saying, "hey there! aren't you supposed to be down the block with your family?" Seeing that the squirrel is unmoving, he lowers his cane to the ground, slowly steps out the door, and sits down in the chair next to the squirrel and begins chatting away as if they were old friends. Perhaps they are.