The squirrel's bedding was getting a little smelly, so I told Meg to get rid of his old stuff and replace it with some fresh batting. At first Scrat was NOT impressed. He made a huge production about trying to curl up in a ball on one of his shelves. Have you ever heard a squirrel sigh?
Oh yea, it was a BIG ta-do. Twisting, turning, sighing, curling this way and that and finally resorting to peeking out from under his tail with a very pathetic look on his face.
Apparently, throwing away ALL of his bedding was a little too much for him. I guess the problem was that nothing smelled like him.
Finally, I took pity on him and dug out the wreckage of his old bed and tucked that in and under the new batting. Oh my, that did the trick. Scrat got right to work rebuilding his nest. The batting had to be pulled apart, carefully kneaded into shape and then each ball tucked into place.
He must have worked long into the night, cause this morning, there was a very sleepy little squirrel tucked deeply into his fresh bed...