Meet FatStuff...

Our squirrel.  I use the word "our" loosely here, mind you.  He really doesn't belong to us at all.  We have sort of adopted him, well kind of.  Since the day we moved in FatStuff (as we like to call him) greets us every morning as we are beginning our day with the boys eating their breakfast in the kitchen.  FatStuff seemed to take a liking to watching the boys eat.  At first, it was kind of cute.  Then I just felt terrible for the little guy that he ,too, couldn't enjoy Cheerios and granola bars to jumpstart his day.  Enter bird feeder.  Now every morning we come down to the kitchen, throw together gather our morning treats and right there with FatStuff enjoy the first meal of the day.  After all, breakfast is the most important!