I call my next door neighbor Cinderella. Not to her face though. I really don't even talk to her. But she seems like a nice lady.

I call her Cinderella because her bird feeders, and handfulls of nuts attract little woodland creatures of all sorts. I imagine her getting up in the morning and having her hair brushed by fuzzy chipmunks while tiny birds help her change into her clothes.

Every day I find little bits of nuts on my front porch. The idea of squirrels eating on my porch makes me a bit warm and fuzzy inside.

One very hot day, I caught someone napping on my porch after lunch. AWWWWW!
The squirrel caught me watching him, and took off.