Wait a minute. We don't have a cat. It was SPIKE!
The dogs went outside yesterday afternoon, and DD went outside to change the bucket of water that we keep outside. No sooner had she stepped out there, when Spike ran up to her with this baby squirrel in his mouth! I can't belive he didn't kill it!
We locked the dogs up, and tried to figure out where the squirrel might have come from. Our back yard is about an acre of fenced woods, so it could have been anywhere. We were hoping this little guy would scamper off, but he wouldn't go anywhere. He'd hardly move. DD sat out and watched him for about 20 minutes, hoping he'd take off for home. We couldn't just leave him, so in he came and I got on the phone calling wildlife rehab people. I don't know if it's because of the holiday or what, but not one of them called back.
We were headed over to some friends for the evening, so we stopped by the grocery to see if they had puppy formula. No, but there was a vet in the shopping center, so they told us to use kitten formula and we bought some. Expensive stuff!
We got home last night and began feeding the little guy, we were calling Gripper, with a syringe. He was the typical baby, eating a few drops and then sleeping until the next meal. He's pretty uncoordinated. We were wondering if this was his first time out of the nest. He weighed 3 oz.
This morning, we found a vet, about 30 minutes away, who does wildlife rehab. We took the little guy to them, and the woman that took him said she has two squirrels that she's rehabbing right now, so we felt like we left him in capabale hands.
Here's the picture: