A teeny squee batty I found laying outside in broad daylight. He chirped at me quite a bit when i picked him up, but felt right at home on the shelf in the garage. When the sun started to set, he finally got the courage to take off!
So I've been doing this with my newfound monk-friend for a while now, and I think I'm pretty much certain of something: This guy has to have been a tiger in a past life. He just... he understands me, you know? And he always cooks his rice JUST the way I like it. Humans can be difficult, it's true, but I'm quite enamored with this one. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna let him play with my cubs someday, if I ever have any.