Karen heard activity in the dining room ceiling yesterday evening, and the cats were definitely interested.
When I came downstairs this morning, I found the white cat, Petra, had managed to enter the off-limits living room by leaping over the cat gate and had trapped herself inside. A little while later, Karen found the source of all the nocturnal activity.
A flying squirrel (Glaucomys volans — the Southern variety) had gotten itself cornered by the housecats at the dining room fireplace.
We herded the squirrel into the kitchen and in the direction of the backdoor. While it was considering making a break for it, instead of turning the corner, to hide under the Hoosier cabinet, Karen cleverly popped a metal dog dish over it.
All we had to do then was slide the 2010 Master of Foxhounds calendar (still wrapped in cellophane) under the dog dish, and voilÃ¡! the squirrel was safely confined and portable.
We took him out to an old stone foundation in the backyard, where I slid the calendar aside just enough to allow an exit.
This is actually the second flying squirrel successfully evicted unharmed in the three years we’ve been here.