At one point last year my friend gave me a baby squirrel she found. I named him Jonah =] He was pretty rad. He would sleep in my pocket while I was painting, chill on my shoulder, and he would try and steal his bottle away from me. (oh...and he was outrageously cute.)
I still wonder if it's more ridiculous that it took a week to find a shelter that wouldn't just euthanize Jonah, or that there is actually a squirrel rescue in NYC.