His name is Earl

Our two cats spend a lot of time on our wide window ledges, looking at the bird feeders and keeping an eye on the turkeys. Recently, however, it seems they have found a special friend. His name is Earl, and I think he is a bit lonely. Either that, or he has been infused with the spirit of bi-partisanship that has swept the country with the advent of the Obama administration. Whatever the case, Earl the Squirrel is trying to make nice with Finn and Frodo.
I see him, coming across the snow, heading towards the bird feeders. He often stops on a little mound of snow, stands on his hind legs, and looks into the windows. If he sees the cats, he bounds over, jumps up onto the bulkhead, and scrambles up to the window ledge. The cats initially freak out a bit, but Earl sits there calmly and suffers their puffy tails and paws batting at the glass. Soon, all three of them just hang out together, looking at each other with great interest and wondering why they all just can't get along. I cannot say for certain, but I can almost swear I heard Finn humming 'Imagine' by John Lennon.
Earl wants nothing to do with me, of course, so I am careful no to approach their gatherings too closely. I was able to get this quick picture to prove my tale, however.

Earl the Squirrel - our friend