True Love

I spent the morning sewing buttons on more little matchbook notebooks. I heard scratching at the glass out on the fire escape and turned to find a squirrel poking around, looking in at me. Moments later, Pidge was beckoned (crying, "bug-ggy" will send her flying into the room from a deep sleep in search of a tasty moth or spider- in this case squirrel) and hoisted to the window sill. The two shared some special moments as documented below. Click on the second photo for a close up view of baby paw on glass.. He seems to be saying, "Please. Let me in."