The Great Cyril Decoy Conspiracy

 

I’ve solved the mystery.Felicity didn’t eat one of my ninja squirrels.She got completely played.What I thought was a tragic moment this morning was actually a highly sophisticated squirrel military operation.The “Cyril” she shook to death was a decoy — a sock-stuffed, twig-armed, googly-eyed imposter on a stick. The real lads pushed it out from under the hedge like a furry Trojan horse, then sat back and watched Felicity go full fox on it.While she was busy celebrating her “kill”, the other three legged it, sent out the bat-signal, and called in reinforcements.Result? Later this morning there were six ninja squirrels on the lawn.Six.They’re not mourning. They’re throwing a victory party.I can just imagine the post-mission debrief under the hedge:Cyril 1: “Did she fall for it?”
Cyril 2: “Hook, line and googly eyes.”
Cyril 3: “Legend. Right, ring the boys — tell them to bring snacks.”So today I am still sulking and refusing to put out a fat ball… but I’m also quietly impressed by their criminal genius.These little gits aren’t just acrobats. They’re evil masterminds with excellent tactical awareness.Respect.

Disclaimer: No squirrels were harmed in the making of this blog post.
The Cyril that Felicity took was definitely real… probably… maybe…
(The sock decoy theory is purely for entertainment purposes. Please don’t tell the squirrels I said that.)