A soldier and his squirrel. Soldiers in Belarus found a little squirrel and brought it to the Warrant officer. The squirrel was very weak and about to die, so the officer took care of it and fed it like a baby every four hours. Three months ago the guy left the army and now works as a taxi driver and the squirrel is always in his pocket no matter where he goes!
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One time about a year ago a classmate while I was in college had a similar situation with a squirrel, he brought it to class tucked into a bandana he had around his neck so it could sleep. I pet the Squirrel and the next day I got sick
Keep in mind before thinking disease, a stray cat can carry just as much crap as a wild squirrel. A squirrel in a pet environment is really not any different than a house cat. A vet check and a bath goes a long way.
Noise... wrote:Keep in mind before thinking disease, a stray cat can carry just as much crap as a wild squirrel. A squirrel in a pet environment is really not any different than a house cat. A vet check and a bath goes a long way.
It's difficult to give your pet a bath when you've got the bubonic plague.
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I used to go feeding birds and squirrels here in a park where they are generation after generation about as domesticated as cats. It's a little wonder there's no reported issues with rabies or something horrible like bird flu but no. Once a cute little bastard followed me a long way to see if I still had that saltless bread crumbs and peanuts left. He ran away and stashed all I gave, and returned for more, smart little fellow.
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I have been feeding pigeons, thousands of them for years. But there was one, a beautiful bird, pure white with light grey tips on its wings; that one was different. It was a female. I had only to wish and call her and she would come flying to me. I loved that pigeon as a man loves a women, and she loved me. As long as I had her, there was a purpose to my life.
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