A couple of days ago I watched a squirrel in the courtyard of St Paul’s Cathedral in London.  The little guy was really quite intent and industrious in his efforts to make sure his nut was buried, moving almost cat-like as he crouched down and patted at the sodden earth with his paws.  And it made me laugh.

I wonder whether he’ll find that nut anytime soon, and whether squirrels and cats are somehow more related than just being furry mammals?