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Squirrel haunch, anyone?

I go home every day at lunchtime to walk my dog. He's on diuretics for his heart condition, so this trip is not an option unless I want yo find a puddle in the middle of the living room.

Today, Marty stopped to sniff a furry, gray leg in front of the side door. Yuck.

Bunny was my first thought, but it wasn't big enough or and looked nothing like a rabbit's foot. It was a squirrel hind quarter, and the remaining squirrels were not looking at us in a kindly way.

Not that I'd usually lay blame without proof, but I'm pretty sure one of the neighborhood cats – after stalking squirrels at my birdfeeders every, single day of the year – finally caught one.

Apparently, my share of the booty is one haunch.

Uh, thanks, kitty.