They've been coming in the front door and nibbling their way into a big bag of peanuts. When the door is shut they scratch at it. Marlowe watches in fascination. Does he fancy squirrel for breakfast? "Don't be silly," he says, "Everyone knows cat food comes in elegant little foil sachets."
Here's a question. A magpie, a squirrel and a rat foregather at the foot of a bird feeder. Mostly they ignore one another but if things do get nasty what's the pecking order? Who's the boss?