A story about a squirrel.

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I used to live near a woman who had roaming cats. Of course there are A LOT of roaming cats but, these weren't strays. Anyways, I found a squirrel in my front yard. I noticed that it was hurt and I try to catch it. I noticed that his injures were caused by cats. Now, since it was injured... I was actually able to catch him. So I took him in, and put him in a big box with some nuts and water. Well he was so cute, He actually liked me. Let me pet him and hold him. He'd even cuddle with me in my bed while I watched tv. He was the cutest thing. Anyways, after a week... my sister decided to get brave and try to pick him up. Of course I let her. I thought well since he likes me and all that he'll like her. Well, not so much. He bit her, although he didn't draw blood. My mom then made me put him back outside. He wasn't ready. He still hadn't healed. I was very sad to let him go. The next morning I went outside, and he was lying on the ground. I took a closer look at him and he was dead. Needless to say, I was very mad at my mom. That poor thing could have lived. He could have had a family or something. It still makes me sad to think about.