Squirrel at my work

I just went to the break-room. Got some coffee. I then looked out the window at the late winter morning. Looks more like spring. I look in the maple tree about twenty feet from me and see a Eastern Gray Squirrel. He was positioned in a nook between a large limb and the trunk. His two bottom feet were clamped to the limb and his front arms folded underneath him. He had large round brown eyes. He was still as a statue. But then I thought, "What is he thinking?" So the question remains. What was this squirrel thinking? Do squirrels think? At what was he staring? Was a ferris wheel of thought turning through his mind? "Where are my nuts?" "What about that leak in my nest?" "Is it time to clean my tail?" "How am I going to find a mate when I have fleas?" I just can't live with the fact that a squirrel has no individual free-thoughts. I am sure that he is not in that tree as I write this. He has moved on to do other rodent-esque activities. I wish I knew what made him tick. He seemed to be very agitated in general. I should know. Over the course of a year period I captured and relocated about (52) fifty-two such beasts. All were angry and agititated. I let them go in a Baptist church parking lot about a mile from my house. They wanted to claw my eyes out or perhaps worse. They would spring forth from the catch-and-release trap like an mis-aligned catapult. Shot from guns! Out of the truck and into the woods and up a tree. I have no answers only observations and a list of questions. I think it is out of the question to be friends with a squirrel. Too much anger. Too many claws. Too many rodent instincts. I just keep asking myself," If I had a 4 foot long fluffy tail would it change my life?" I guess it depends on how fluffy it actually was.