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On the left, Domino is trying to figure out what happened to her squirrel. We’ve never had a squirrel in our backyard before, but yesterday a lovely hazel-colored specimen zipped up a tree, zipped down and into another one, zipped up that tree, and then zipped down to the fence and zipped off. Domino was mesmerized. On the right, Inkblot, as usual, is clueless about what’s going on spending some quality time thinking about his next campaign white paper. I think it has to do with loan guarantees to solar-powered cat food companies or something. He’s worried that in this crucial industrial sector the Chinese are eating our lunch, literally. Perhaps some nice squirrel stew would have made him feel better.
