There were no squirrels but there was a Slate Slabrock Hawthorne, who was small enough with his kitty growth deformity and his colors that he could be mistaken for one. Stone and Slate had been bonding pretty well lately, despite the fact that Slate still loved to try and eat Stone's toes while he slept. Recently, Stone had discovered that Slate didn't need to go on a leash out into the garden. He followed Stone pretty well, and even when he got distracted, he'd learned to run after Stone when called. Stone was fairly impressed, and since Slate seemed restless in the apartment, he decided to take the little dude to the mailroom and then maybe they'd stop by the Mocha.
On their way in the mail room, Stone noticed Demon but Slate didn't go to investigate, possibly because of how much bigger Demon was than the kitten. Instead, Slate circled around Stone's legs and purred while Stone checked the his mail.