Baby Squirrel Update 2

So, I'm pretty sure I'm in love.

At least, I've spent most of my morning wiping the butt of the squirrel and cleaning out her cage. If that's not love, I don't know what is. All of which is hard to do, because she's still uncomfortable with it. She'll hang out with people, but doesn't like them fussing too much over her. She struggles and tries to get away. An act of kindness that is not perceived as an act of kindness.

Now that I'm decently sure the squirrel is going to survive, I've landed on a name: Nora.
When I was working on Doll's House at Weathervane, Torvald (the domineering husband) called Nora (his wife) "my little squirrel."

Since this is a "little squirrel," I decided it would be fitting that her name was Nora.

Baby Squirrel Update

As I am trying to write this, the baby squirrel is hanging out on the coffee table. The notebook is sitting in my lap. I am on the couch.

I tried writing on the coffee table, but she kept trying to run up my arm. As soon as I could pry her off and set her down, she'd be back.

Nothing was getting accomplished. This animal is crazy! She's investigating EVERYTHING on the table. This world is new. It's big and scary. But I think she's going to make it.

She's nameless, still. Nothing amazing has struck me yet. Any ideas?

So far, I've got Shayna, Rozlyn and Lily.