Oscar has a Friend

Poor little tyke. He's taken to calling loudly, a high shrill whistle, for, well for whomever or whatever, so I've put a small stuffed tiger in his cage with him. Also, a ball as like other young animals, squirrels no doubt like to play.
 

He was famished when I returned home post-feeding time and I'm preparing to feed him one last time before we both sack out for the night. I am trying not to feed  him in the middle of the night as I have been doing. I think we both need our rest.