Tues. Sept. 15th Squerl has a close call with Ratley

Yikes! I was makin traxx back to my home tree from Chico's place. I was tearing down the furry freeway, (that big thick telephone cable that runs behind your houses,) when all of the sudden I had to put on the brakes fast! There in front of me was the harbringer of death himself-my arch rival and troublemaker extraordinaire-Ratley. We have a long running feud going because I spray art and he is a toy who just sprays farts. He's jealous, and so he disrepects my art work with reprehensible Ratley Riteings. He scribbles all over my gallery- the kook can't even spell. He once wrote "Squerl is a betch." What a dumb ass. The sneaky scum is the scourge of the neighboorhood. He eats garbage for cryin out loud! Anyway, so he's on the cable right in front of me about five feet away, he has a keen sense of smell but he can't see too good. I took a 45 angle into a nearby fig tree and hid out until he passed me. I know I could pound the snot out of his stinkin snout but I don't want to take the chance of him biteing me. Who wants the plague? Not too mention he has a gang of thugs he hangs out with- who like to gang up on people. They are some nasty low life mo-fo's who deal drugs and guns. They are ignorant butt-wipes without any dignity and so they must feed on yours. Hey these figs are nice and ripe, I'll take some home to mom and broil them with some proscuitto and olive oil- yummy. Talk to you later. SQUERL