She comes to say hi a few times a day. She'll perch herself on the ledges of our windows and watch us for a few minutes as if she is genuinely interested in the daily opperations of our office.
But really, she just wants food.
And my co-worker, Sharon, obliges.
Which is probably why we now see Squiggly's bolder, yet-to-be-named friend.
Who may or may not find her way into the office some day.
In the very near future.
But I don't mind. I've wanted my own little pet squirrel for as long as I can remember.
I would name her Roxanne, but call her Roxy. Because then I would have an excuse to sing two of my favorite sing-along songs.
I love to make noise, in general.
But not loud noises.
Just look at those a-dor-able rodent eyes. And don't even get me started on animals with opposible thumbs.
I guess if someone were to, perhaps, let Squiggs and her friend in, by complete accident of course, I just might have to, out of the goodness of my heart, let them curl up in my snack drawer to nap in between cuddle sessions.