Crafty Squirrel Shows Up Late to Party

I was chillin in the Sky Lounge this morning when all of a sudden I heard this loud sound, like clashing metal. I leapt to the window, pulled back the curtains, and found myself eyeball to eyeball with a squirrel. Its little claws were gripping the window screen for dear life. I have no idea how it got there, it had to have jumped from a tree or scaled the house or something. As we stood there, transfixed in each other's gaze, it seemed to be pleading with me: "Look, I know you're running a little speakeasy in there. It wasn't easy to get here, man, so just let me in. C'mon, I even brought some food to share."

I swear to you, I am not making this up: the squirrel was holding a piece of white cake in its mouth. The cake had blue frosting.

The incredulousness of this event should be tempered by considering the particular race of squirrels native to our yard, no?