I waited a couple hours and I thought they had come, so I ran downstairs but it was just some girl double parked with her SUV. I figured since I was down there I would check on the squirrel. Well, someone had removed the box! I saw what I thought was the squirrel pretty close to where I left it, so I ran upstairs and got another box and I wrote a note saying that the SPCA was coming to get it. I was really mad and very upset because I thought that some asshole had moved the box to be mean to the poor little thing and I hate this stupid city where I feel like nobody cares about anything that won't get them money. When I went back downstairs I saw the elderly man that lives down on the first floor back there and he said, "Did you find another one?" He told me that he had moved a squirrel just a few minutes ago over to near the tree. I said, "Oh man. The SPCA is coming to get them and they said to leave a box over it." So then I went back upstairs, having covered the second little baby. I still felt discouraged, because I thought they were never coming for the babies.
Finally three hours after I called, the SPCA came and thank heavens they were both alive still! He said that they prolly weren't getting fed by the mother for some reason and they prolly tried to get food on their own. He was happy that I called and was going to give them pedialyte back at the center. He also told me that he was sorry it took so long, he was helping a different squirrel on Elmwood in Kenmore that had been hit by a chainsaw. I hope they make it. They were really cute.
The SPCA is a great organization. They take care of injured animals, and if they are wild animals they let them go free once they are better. They also take animals that people don't want any more and they put them up for adoption. That's how I got my beautiful little bunny, Ruby.
