Getting Cuter

I called Fran yesterday. Nervously. "I dropped off a little squirrel a few weeks ago....just wanted to see if...he's.....doing OK?" (read: Is he alive? Tell me now tell me now!)

"Oh I've been MEANING to call you! He's doing wonderfully!"

(Long exhale.)

"In fact, he's in a cage with four other little squirrels around his age and they have the best time. They are SO CUTE right now, let me tell you. I keep meaning to take a picture of the five of them to send to you, but they just won't sit still for a picture!"

I can imagine. I feel like he's a far cry from that cold little lump I held on a frigid Monday morning. That must just be like a bad dream for him now. Five baby squirrels in Groton! Every day must be a wild ride.