As a child, my cat found a baby flying squirrel in the grass. The vet speculated that, due to its very small size, it had been kicked from the nest. The cat w

As a child, my cat found a baby flying squirrel in the grass. The vet speculated that, due to its very small size, it had been kicked from the nest. The cat was very upset about the whole thing and alerted us to the situation (part Siamese, she had a particular cry which meant "There is a Problem and you must come handle the Problem!"), which ended with us raising him. I was definitely the preferred spot for the flying squirrel: hiding in my hair, my shirt or shirt pocket, and so on. If the cage was open and I was home, he was on me. I had to get used to him just landing on me out of nowhere because, well, flying squirrel.