Whiskers T. Tail...

This is not a monkey. It's a squirrel.

No joke, it's really a squirrel. This little guy was found in a backyard abandoned by his mom, so he is being nursed back to health with the aid of Gatorade and an eye dropper.

Mr. Tail did make a few noises last night, so he is at least living and breathing.

No, I didn't consult a vet - I consulted Google. If you type in "abandoned squirrel" you'll find a plethora of websites dedicated to the rehabilitation of orphaned squirrels.

Amazing, I know.

 

Here is a shot of the little guy. As you can see by the pen, he's quite small. So he'll be residing in an abandoned cage that housed fourth grade class pets (all five or so). Hopefully this guy doesn't have the same fate as the mice. He eats a half of a cc of Gatorade every hour, which makes him much more intense than a human baby. This also means he took a trip to school today, because the teacher feeding it had to go back.

Hopefully, he's able to be released when he's a little bit bigger.