They said it was called "Easter"

It got pretty busy around here last weekend. The Orange haired person was in the kitchen making stuff; later I was offered a taste of what they called "Paska."

It was OK; I'd rather have chicken or Greenies.

The next day everyone left for a bit, then came back and went outside into the garden.

I always like it when they do that, because usually they will play stick with me.

I really got the stick big time in this shot!

Bernie played a trick on me: He acted like he was going to play stick...

Then he reached down like he was going to pet me...

Then he RUINED everything by picking me up.

I hate being picked up. I start talking right away....

When I stick my tongue out, that is my last warning.

Yeah, your hands hurt alright. Just be glad it was just your hand.

That tie of yours could have been shredded.

Hart as usual just kept to himself. He doesn't even try to play stick.

He says he doesn't want to get his white socks dirty. Pfffp.

Then it happened.

We both saw it....

Hart even got up.

That damn squirrel was BACK!

I knew I should have kept an eye on that tree! He came down while I was just taking a break, just for a little while.

Blondie said it was the Easter Squirrel.

I think she is nuts.