Without further ado, here's Tracy with a story about George ... or Dewey ... or possibly myriad other names, depending on who's telling the story:

Well, my in-laws live on Kaula (Drive) and have two cats. The in-laws were brought a 'present' by Felix the cat (unharmed). My in-laws tried placing it in a box under the oak tree in the back yard so mama could come claim him; she was pacing the fence frantically. A little while later, Felix returned the 'present' to the back door. At any rate, my husband is a notorious orphaned-squirrel foster parent (once a 'returned to the wild' [squirrel] recognized him from down the block, came flying up the street and quickly clambered up his body to say "hi," thereby startling the neighbor half to death), so he brought him home and we've been syringe feeding him since the day before yesterday. His eyes aren't even opened yet so we're figuring he's about 3-4 weeks old. And yes, SO cute. Especially when he is nursing. Apparently as they grow, they'll scamper around like crazy, chew up nuts & toss the shells around and chatter a lot. I call him Dewey; my husband calls him George and Claire names him 10 times a day.