When I woke up this morning, there was a message that had come in late last night.  A neighbor’s daughter’s cat had gotten a baby flying squirrel. At first, Kelli thought the end was near but the little one had rallied. I checked in with her after I read the message and heard he was still alive.  Baby squirrel has now come to join our menagerie and is comfortably settled in Mama Sherod’s pocket. I am waiting for the roads to get a little safer (had us some freezing rain/sleet last night and my temperature gauge says it’s 21 degrees outside) before I trek into town for some more formula.  Kelli got to name this little one.  Meet Rocky.