Just Because

This afternoon, I was sitting out on the porch of this cottage that I love, in the chair that I made you move for me, minding my own business. The sun was shining on me and the breeze was lilting around too, when a squirrel came over and stopped, just below me, on the pathway to the back.  He sat there for a moment as we scoped each other out, and then? He stood up on his hind legs, put his paws up to his chest, looked me straight in the face, and shook his booty, chattering away.

I can't even stand it.

(When it's lovely out, can we never go inside?)