This little critter was very curious, and loved to check out everything on my desk, so this became the main playground.
Whenever I wanted to use my cell phone DooDah would attack the antenna or the strap and let me know that I was paying far too much attention to my clients than to the V.I.S. (Very Important Squirrel). If my phone call went on too long, DooDah would scamper up on top of my head and start pulling my hair! Sometimes I would reach over to pick up a note that I had recently written only to find it had disappeared!. Whenever that happened the hunt was on. Sometimes I’d find the note riddled with chew holes. Other times I would find the paper wadded up and stuffed in some remote spot in my office, perhaps behind a book on the book case or behind a plant. I even watched DooDah scamper over to my shredder one day and poke a wadded up note in there! That startled me, to say the least, so I quickly unplugged the shredder so there wouldn’t be any accidents. I didn’t think DooDah would like its “tailfeathers” shredded. I guess I was being told that my work was a bunch of garbage, and I had much better things to do, like give my undivided attention to a very busy squirrel!
Finally I purchased one of those clear plastic hamster balls and put DooDah in. What a blast! The squirrel rolled it all around the room, checking things out. Even our cat “Majique” enjoyed watching. Occasionally DooDah’s ball got close to Majique and the cat would give the ball a swat! The squirrel and the cat seemed to really enjoy this game and it went on for quite some time. I think DooDah felt the big black cat was a toy just for its own entertainment, and I’m sure Majique felt DooDah was not only entertainment for her, but also possibly a yummy treat if she could only remove that plastic bubble from around the squirrel! The squirrel and the cat became each other’s “pet” and provided each other with many hours of fun and games.
Occasionally we would let DooDah and Majique play (under vigilant supervision) without the plastic ball interfering. DooDah had great fun getting Majique to chase it around the room. DooDah was a very clever squirrel, and knew that the cat would try to follow wherever it went, so the squirrel decided to streak across the family room and run under the couch. Majique took off like a shot, chasing after her furry little friend/morsel. DooDah was able to make it under the couch very quickly, in fact, so quickly that Majique couldn’t stop in time and slid right into the front of the couch, face first! We laughed hysterically! I swear DooDah had a smirk on it’s face and stayed just barely beyond Majique’s reach!
So went the spring of 2007. The days passed quickly and summer was nigh. Our daughter, Ali, came up for a family wedding and also bonded with DooDah. She was smitten also, just like I was.
Jack and I were going on a trip to Banff, Canada and needed a squirrel sitter. Ali volunteered to take DooDah to her home in southern Utah. It was really hard to watch my baby drive away with my baby pet, but I knew Ali was very conscientious and loved animals as much as I. So fondly I bid them both a farewell. Of course I immediately began to worry about DooDah’s trip, as this was not a well traveled squirrel! Ali phoned several times during her trip home. She reported that there was a huge wildfire and that traffic was backed up for miles. She had to take several detours and her usual three hour trip turned into an eight hour trip. Ali reported that DooDah was doing OK, but was somewhat carsick. Poor little thing couldn’t keep food or water down during the whole trip. When they finally arrived home, DooDah’s box was put in a dark, quiet place and it was allowed to have a nice long nap. It was a couple of days before the squirrel started to rally, but rally it did. Ali’s cat, Spud, took quite an interest in DooDah, and vice-versa. They were both quite curious about each other! They seemed to have a healthy respect for each other, so nothing untoward happened. They just became a source entertainment to each other, much the same as DooDah and Majique.
Each day when Ali would arrive home from work she would give me a call and tell me how DooDah was faring. She said that the squirrel was growing, and all was well. She would often reach into DooDah’s box and play “finger wrestling”. That meant that Ali would start to tickle the squirrel, and DooDah would roll over on its back and wrestle Ali’s fingers. It began to be a daily game that they played, and the squirrel loved it. I think Ali enjoyed the wrestling match just as much though!
(To be continued.) © 2008 Jan C. Snow