It all started when my coworker S discovered a baby squirrel on her front porch. She waited for the mom to come get it, but Mom didn't show. S didn't want to call Animal Control and had no idea what to do with the little thing herself so she decided to call our coworker D, who is famous for being good with animals (they have at least 4 species of pets in their household).
So D came over, fearlessly picked up the little squirrel in a towel, and took it home. She bought cat formula and fed her (it's a girl squirrel) with a syringe every three hours. She named the little squirrel Peapod after a squirrel on a TV show.
Little Peapod went to the vet, who said squirrels should get puppy formula, not kitty formula. Since Peapod needed to be fed every few hours, D. brought her to work in a cat carrier, along with the formula, syringe, grapes and peanuts. (Peapod loves grapes!)
Coworker M referred to Peapod as "that rat."
D: well, they are in the rodent family.
D lets Peapod climb on her shoulder (like Ralph used to do with our cats) and even around to the back of her neck. I petted Peapod cautiously, once with one finger.
We all swear D missed her calling and should work for a vet or an animal rescue place.
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That is too cool!
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