I am delighted to report that my mother has come around. I have been lobbying my mother for months to take pity on a little red squirrel who had acquired a great fondness for her, demonstrating his devotion by digging up all her flowerpots and gazing at her for minutes at a time through the window.My mother spent the summer shooing him off the deck and telling him to “scram” when she saw him through the window.“He loves you, Mom.” “I don’t love him!” The little squirrel persisted. He would stare through the window, standing on his hind legs with ...