My Squirrel was born to a feral mother on my parent's farm. The litter was only a few weeks old when we took them from the location. My father had passed and my mother had moved away. They would have all perished if we had left them. She was my bottle baby and earned the name Squirrel as she was very shy and hid most of the time. She loved snack, she loved her sister cats she grew up with and she loved me. She passed at 15 1/2 years. We love you Squirrel and will forever miss you!