My New Baby!
So, I came home around 5PM and went out to feed the yard kitties.
They were all acting strange. This is NOT a good sign.
I looked around and saw several cats around Flash, who was standing still.
With something in his mouth.
I calmly walked towards Flash. Then I yelled: FLASH! And Flash, startled, dropped the furry whatever and ran.
Nervously, i walked over to the tiny furry whatever.
It was a baby squirrel. And it was, amazingly, OK.
So, yea, shit.
WHAT was I to do with this baby? I know nothing about baby squirrels. I have never even seen a baby squirrel.
But, via the wonder of the internet, I soon learned a great deal. I dashed off to the store and purchased some recommended formula and came home to feed my new charge. The baby unfroze and hungrily drank. Soooooooooo cute. I teared up.
It is now about six hours after our first unexpected encounter and baby has been fed twice. Baby is nestled inside a bunch of ripped-up tissue in box, sitting atop a heating pad. The pad is under half the box so baby can self-regulate its temperature.
If baby lives through the night, I will call my vet first thing. The internet tells me that a animal rescue shelter is the best place for baby.
So, who knew that at sixty-one I would be a new daddy?
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