The story begins when I was a girl of 11...

My grandma's favorite was 'Moppy' , a cat.Moppy's daily routine was to catch some sort of birds or small creatures.

On a weekend, I saw Moppy with a small cute squirrel on her mouth.We took the baby squirrel out of her mouth & placed that squirrel in a cage outside our kitchen and fed him with milk and food.we named him 'Sashu'.He was a foodie.After being cared for about a month , one day when we opened the cage for feeding , he ran out.His speed was unbeatable.We were all sad .Dad told us that squirrels are not meant for domesticating and they wants to be free always.Even though with sadness we admitted his words.But surprisingly, nxt early morning , sashu came to our kitchen .Seeing him mom gave sashu some milk and banana.He used to come every morning to have his breakfast from our kitchen.

ACHU ROSE SHAJI BSC MATHEMATICS ST TERESA'S COLLEGE ERNAKULAM